How We Comin' (southern Fried Mix) Lyrics - Singles - Rbl Posse

*(Ric Roc talking)* 

Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all been waitin for. That 

shit that slap yo mama like she the average stank hoe bitch. (I'm 

comin!) 

Can't you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!) 

Oooooh, you ain't never lied (How we comin'!) 

Somebody said we comin hella high (How we comin!) 

Oooooh, you ain't never lied (juss sit back an peep nigga) 

(I'm comin) 

Verse 1 *(Black C)* 

Check these flows we deliver 

makin the hardest rapper shiver 

when a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him blows 

to the brain like Mike and despite 

them faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me 

smel of coffee, 'cause it's burnin 

I'm gettin that money like Mike Vernon 

while ya learin, we teachin, you reapin 

what yo soul, see the whole load is gettin heavy 

now ya ready, to pull a lick 

I'm pullin a switch 

pullin yo black mask down 

I put my fuckin mash down so now 

you know that dog in me 

maybe that hog in me 

got me runnin around town wit no love an actin thuggishly 

but ruggidly I'm comin 

my nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we dumpin 

we dumpin 

Verse 2 *(Big Lurch)* 

Comin, pumpin 

brain waves wit no assumptions 

I'm ready to ruin somethin 

if you want it, come get it I'm bumpin 

wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you don't understand 

this ain't yo average man 

matter fact I'm a buck, buck, buckin 

an leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussions 

no disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters disperstin 

and the worse you been cursed, in a hearse and 

watchin all you extersions 

lay down to your knees and your worryin 

evaporatin for purgerin, an disturbin 'em 

hit the nerve and then 

we sweet swervin 

back to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin. 

Verse 3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)* 

I'm one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin 

and didn't nobody have to go and bury him. 

I'm walkin down the street wit a glock 

an my loons ain't to be played in this game 

nigga I'm hurtin 'em. 

*(Chorus)* 

*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)* 

Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will come from near and far, 

juss to find out who we are. We are... RBL. Big Lurch, Hitman, Mystikal, 

this is how we comin. 

Verse 4 *(Hitman)* 

Now who these niggaz who's always frontin 

like talkin behind our back 

scared to confront the strap, we can let it all react 

or we can take 10 paces back, and watch your brains collapse 

or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss scrap 

try and cross me like longitude, latitude 

I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an attitude 

I gets to taggin fools 

hittin roofs like, Rictor Rooter 

you get dumped calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooter 

hoes be ridin my dick like a scooter 

maybe 'cause we swerve 

fuck around wit these hoes on the curb 

while I get the bullets reserved 

the nerve 

somebody's always tryin to tell me what my title bout 

get served, it don't take like rocket scientist to figure this out 

when I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have this 

my clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits 

blow you to bits 

these pieces is bad for your health 

so put a quarter in yo ass, 'cause you played your self. 

Verse 5 *(Mystikal)* 

Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the violentest 

I make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childish 

no matter how hard you try, you can't come no where round us 

even if you scream at the top of your lungs (AHHH!) 

I'm a still be the loudest 

HAAAAAAAAA! 

Wildest 

hand full of niggaz ain't gonna get hurt 

rest of y'all niggaz gettin dimolished 

red peppers and hot tamales 

it's the nigga that's gonna be tighter than grip plyers 

cussin like Richard Pryor 

I came down here, fixin to bust yo head 

don't try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I 

said 

mouths get busted 

ooh you know you gonna get rushed 

nigga put it together, wiped out and brushed up 

comin from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion 

this ain't no fuckin past time 

BITCH THIS AN OCCUPATION! 

So fool what you talkin bout, where my money? 

Or wit my fist down yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!! 

*(Chorus)* 

*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)* 

An I swam, all the way from the shark infested waters of New Orleans, to 

the Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never seen playas like this. Spittin 

game all the way from Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate, money 

and Ric Roc. We have Big Lurch, RBL, and that nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha. 

I'm comin! 

How we comin! x2