We Got The Clout Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

featuring Mia X 

[Mystikal] 

bitch we ain't your standard his and hers rap duo X2 

Mystikal Mia X who the fuck you take us for X4 

you better cover your nose cause rhyme flows run like diahrrea 

burn like gonorrhea that's me and mama Mia.....X 

explicit mistress unlady like diva 

you gonna know when you see her 

you stack like you don't know 

now we run this motherfucker 

that's what them No Limit Soldiers 

done this motherfucker 

ain't no stopping us now, long way from finished 

just gettin started, gaining momentum 

see our faces on magazines, hear our music at parties 

movies and videos, it's kind of hard to avoid us 

how many motherfuckers try to come out the south and don't sell out 

make up all the money, take up all the clout 

chorus: 

Mystikal, Mia X we got clout 

Mystikal, Mia X 

Mystikal, Mia X 

Mystikal, Mia X who the fuck you take us for X3 

[Mia X] 

tank mama (who) mama (mia) drama (what) biggest (mama) mama (who) ya'll know Mia 

my rhymes are the pins in all the voo doo dolls 

got your earholes hexed, Mrs. X I come to set it off 

with the unpredictable big ole (whooo) 

crooked like a roach leg dick nigga Mystikal 

and they knows who got the clout all that 

on that nigga and that broad with the tanks around they necks 

we connect like infra-red dots and can't be stopped 

collosols in this game check the billboard spots, we on top 

but chatter knocks and ice rocks they can't wait 

that's why these No Limit Soldiers always break street date 

fakers hate yet they smile kissin ass no doubt 

but two faces get you punched them both in your mouth 

who got the clout, no need to answers that 

it's not a matter of who, it's a matter of fact 

We got the clout 

chorus 

(Mystikal) [Mia X] 

(biggest momma and that nigga Mystikal) 

(don't hold on your chest, Bitch let it go) 

whoa, we got tornadoes, nigga spinnin that ass no doubt 

we got the hook up, we bout it bringin the world to the south 

(never gon bounce off the billboard count) 

(No Limit in there, how they do that there) 

yeah, you can give me trigger man and that hard shit 

and Mama Mia still gon stay up on her guard bitch 

(gettin rich makin hits to the filthy dirty) 

(Bitch I'm almost 30, we livin like we slangin birdies) 

you heard me, you heard him you know what we bout 

you know you can't doubt that we got the clout 

(Bitch we got the clout) 

chorus until the end