Mr. Hood Critic

作词 : Edwards, Jones, Tyler

(G-Quikk)

Unh....yeah...

I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this mother****er tonight

Me & my mother****ing 'Cise....

We done hooked some smooth bullshit up for y'all...

And we bout to throw down in this shit, ya heard mes?

First Verse (G-Quikk & Mystikal):

(G-Quikk)

I had plenty of you mother****ers who that I couldn't, do it

(Mystikal)

Do what?

(G-Quikk)

Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, time to get to it

**** how y'all mother****ers do it,

She quick to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid,

Some mother****ers be walkin' up at the line,

Blow job then slob on my knob, mother****ers I been the shit

(Mystikal)

Mother****ers I BEEN THE SHIT!!!!!

(G-Quikk)

Ain't nothin' you can do to me

(Mystikal)

What this mother****er talkin' about shit, who me?

(G-Quikk)

Yeah you, said who see?

I'm bout'z to make gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast,

Bout time your mother****ing ass,

Put a mother****er on the mother****ing map with'cha ass

(Mystikal)

Mr. Hood Critic - Mystikal, Mind Of Mystikal - Wit'cha ****ed up as

(G-Quikk)

Takin' how long?

(Mystikal)

How long it took?

(G-Quikk)

It took a mother****ing thirteen mother****ing years just to make a rap song.

But I'm on my winnings, in fact now mother****ers is jealous,

Y'all mother****ers don't faze me,

Hoes gone...hate me,

Bust up and then I may get they lips bloody,

Your back nutty,

Aw, y'all mother****ers ain't ready for me,

But if you want me, who clamps?

I'm shell-bound, watch me throw down on my first go-round,

Here's our shit, properly did it and now you're evicted,

Now admit it, mother****er that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,

You're all on my dick hun,

Get one, lick one,

Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done,

**** it, it's all good,

I'm not that shit, I'm not that shit, I'm not that shit either, understood?

Chorus (Mystikal & G-Quikk)

(G-Quikk)

You're all on my dick hun

(Mystikal)

Mr. Hood Critic

(G-Quikk)

Get one

(Mystikal)

Only way to keep my mother****ing name

Out your mother****ing mouth

Is to keep your mother****ing mouth SHUT!

(x4)

Second Verse (G-Quikk, Mystikal, & J-Dawg):

(G-Quikk)

Roll like a tank,

Comin' cold like a shake,

Every move that I make,

Be smooth like a, snake,

I got what it takes to make your eyes burn,

Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,

I dress better than a drug dealer,

Cuz when I jump shop I'm on my job mother****er,

20/20 couldn't see me

(Mystikal)

Who you?

(G-Quikk)

Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be......

(J-Dawg)

Follow me now, open sesame,

You mother****ers ain't ready for the best of me,

I'm takin' you mother****ers nuts and givin' you mother****ers a hysterectomy,

I'm comin' up fast, runnin' in more ass,

Sharp as glass,

You might think this mother****er be lickin' the shit cuz my tongue fast,

Hoe, but that's a no-no,

Oh, you mean you don't know?

Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I'm lickin' shit on the down-low?

Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and walk around proud,

But tellin' no fables, on this label, shit eaters ain't allowed,

Now I be comin' around the mountain like "Oh Susanna"

(Mystikal)

Where the shit you from?

(J-Dawg)

New Orleans, Louisiana,

Home of the boot camp clicc,

And now it's time for rest of you mother****ers

to bow down and respect the South shit,

Get your mouth split,

That's what thing that you can do up with this chemistry,

The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry

(G-Quikk)

You all on my dick, hun

(Mystikal)

Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my mother****ing name,

From out your mother****ing mouth,

Is to keep your mother****ing mouth SHUT!

(G-Quikk)

G's oh, G-Quikk's a G so,

Want me to creep these hoes? I'ma keep these hoes,

On they tippy-tippy toes,

Shovin' that shit all in your daughter,

Called a bitch, **** a bitch,

Sucked a lil' dick

(Mystikal)

BUT CAN'T GET A QUARTER!!!!!

(G-Quikk)

I'm not your everyday extraordinary busta,

Another soldier out that boot camp,

Bustin' you mother****ing suckers

(Mystikal)

From walkin' round town tryin' to call Michelle,

Hit slow like mother****er you jump now mother****er

(G-Quikk)

Ain't nothin' colder, ain't nothin' cooler...

Ooh! Don't let the smooth ice fool ya

(Mystikal)

Cuz I ain't that type of nigga to get my...

(G-Quikk)

Ass kicked

(Mystikal)

Caught 'em talkin'

(G-Quikk)

Cash hit

(Mystikal)

Cha-CHING!

(G-Quikk)

****ing another smash hit

Chorus (2x)