The Return Lyrics - Mystikal

The Return 

This one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good mutha fuckas (the braided-up pimp is back) 

The return of the shit-talker 

The lyrical explicit content 

The original mutha fucker 

I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (damn) 

Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records 

I live it how I talk it 

I bring it how I feel it 

This my spot 'cause I done marked it 

I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin' 

Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season 

I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong 

On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on 

You lovin' everything I put out 

I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh! 

Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!" 

And baby you gon' find out when I hit you with that Raunchy 

Don't let me put you in that V-90 

You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine 

[Hook] 

It's my turn! SHIT! It's my time 

Watch out there now 

You fuckin' with my groove (it's the return) 

The braided up pimp is back 

It's safe to say I'm old school (way back) 

I went from 4-track to the A-DAT 

And from A-DAT to the Pro-Tools 

Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit 

Now what would make you think that I ain't the man 

Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it 

Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain 

Tighter or hype they can't half bang 

Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!" 

I still be jammin' off the last one 

I said, "Where you get that, Pops?" 

He said, "I stole it from my grandson" 

Now you know me when I step through 

They say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain't you James Brown's nephew" (heeey!) 

I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin' 

I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I'm askin') 

All nigga, part-time lover (BANG!) 

It's my turn, watch out there mutha fucker 

[Hook] 

'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence 

I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin' 

Take that out and leave me on 

Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron 

So, when they ask you, you can tell it 

Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli 

They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho 

The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them 

Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle 

Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother be -Kizzle 

I'm just a fashion rap recite (bark) 

That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tight 

This time I'm fuckin' with the Poisonous Dart 

Bitches in line waitin' for the party to start 

We buyin' rides without leases 

'Cause this year niggas runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces 

[Hook]