There He Go (feat. Guillotine) - Mystikal

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Kodak (Dubba AA Flex) Glee (It's-it's the sound) Look, every time you see me, I'm surrounded by them snipers You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you, and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane, I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me, they be like, "There he go!" Got me a new lady, we 'bout to take a trip to Mexico Crackas took my .40, so I'm 'bout to go buy a Draco Ay, Lil Kodak on the beat, I got that bass, ho Ay, Boy, I drop that shit that they be waitin' for I like the Beamer, but I'm about to go cop a Wraith tho' I done peeped your true colors, boy, you a rainbow I got Space Jams on my feet, I'm on the moon I'm really lit, so I ain't gotta use no auto-tune Yeah, I'm the shit, but you know damn well I ain't number two I'm in this bih' around some niggas who ain't got nothin' to lose But shawty got that head, she got that fire brain She know I love the head, I love that migraine You ain't never run off with a boss, ain't ya? She know a nigga be stunting like a Power Ranger Every time you see me, I'm surrounded by them snipers You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you, and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane, I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!" Got me a new lady, we 'bout to take a trip to Mexico Crackas took my .40, so I'm 'bout to go buy a Draco These ain't Ray-Bans, these Saint Laurent shades, ho The way my niggas hit your block, you'd think it's Halo No more home invadin' now, I'm on the radio I don't even like to fuck, I only want fellatio I done jumped out to that bag, baby check my swag Money fallin' out my ass, I got a lot of cash Ay, everybody runnin', nigga got a gun I ain't makin' beats, but the Draco got a drum I don't wear no fuckin' Yeezys, I got too much sauce Like I don't believe in Jesus, how I triple cross I ain't even brush my teeth, but I'm on the block I ain't even brush my teeth, all I do is floss Every time you see me, I'm surrounded by them snipers You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you, and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane, I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!" Got me a new lady, we 'bout to take a trip to Mexico Crackas took my .40, so I'm 'bout to go buy a Draco

Huh? (We got London on da Track), okay Look (I'm in London got my beat from London) You know I ain't never had shit (okay) Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh) I'm a buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch Tell the valet park my shit at the Front, I'ma hit the gas bitch (let's go) I just did five shows, three days, came out with the bag, bitch (bag) Pockets swole, 45K and a four-five, so I sag, bitch If a fat bitch know how to get some Money, I'll fuck a fat bitch (uh-huh, uh-huh) Gotta show coming up in London and got London on da Track, bitch (yuh) I give a fan a high five in the Airport, she did a backflip (oh my God, ahh) I just went Platinum and I'm coming back like Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go Man, fuck Baby That little nigga in the (salt) She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear (okay) A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire But I don't knock your hustle Get it out the mud, I been there (uh-huh) Man, I'm so tired of a nigga talking 'bout who Broke like we ain't all came up from the bottom We came up, I give 'em hope And way before a nigga signed I made a rhyme, I was providing for my side No, I had them low, and they had them high You shop with me, you ain't gotta lie Now a nigga legit, huh Fifty thousand just to walk through and do my one-two on yo bitch, huh And bougie hoes They wanna fuck with me, now I got 'em all on my dick now Like Lil Baby, four pockets all full of money, can't fit now Man, I pull up, niggas howlin' Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go You know I ain't never had shit, okay Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch

I go walking down there, I go searching down there, There's nothing left for you and me. I go walking down there, I go searching down there, But nobody there remembers me. It dosen't matter now to me cause I lost my baby. Nothing means that much to me without my baby anyway. Oh. Oh. Oh.Oh Look at all you lucky people, think of all the things you do. Look at all you happy people, wish I could be like you. Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh I go walking down there, I go searching down there, There's nothing left for you and me. I go walking down there, I go searching down there, There's nothing left for you and me. Oh. Oh. Oh.Oh Look at all you lucky people, look of all the things you do. Look at all you happy people, wish I could be like you. Look at all your smileing faces, think of all the things you've done. Look at all you happy people, and I've lost my only one. Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh.

Featherweight, can't hold her liquor on a better day But she can't find a better way To say shit she don't ever say She just trying to get away, ah She just trying to get away, ahhhh But I'mma let her be who she wants She ain't gotta change around me Say she got some sorrows to drown and a nigga know how it be So I'mma roll me another one up She know that I'm good with my tree But she gon' take a hit of my blunt because she say that it go good with the Hennessy And if she need to go there I'm gon' let her go there Oh, she know it's alright with me She gon' be alright with me If she need to go there I'm gon' let her go there Oh, she know it's alright with me She gon' be alright with me Princess, Daddy's little girl in a skin dress Temptress, when she know I ain't the one to impress She just want attention She just want attention Baby eyes redder than roses She love how she can't feel at all Take a dive just cause she knows that I'mma be there to catch her when she fall Keep saying she gon' slow it down But I never believe her She ain't got a care in the world Cause she know I'll never leave her And if she need to go there I'm gon' let her go there Oh, she know it's alright with me She gon' be alright with me If she need to go there I'm gon' let her go there Oh, she know it's alright with me She gon' be alright with me

Uh, little nigga don't go there Uh, you don't wanna go there, steve kroeger Little nigga don't go there They're strapped with the pole there Nigga better keep your pole near, uh Big gun that's hot like the solar Got beef like a donair, uh Go there, little nigga don't go there No, you don't wanna go there, yeah Pole near, nigga better keep your pole there Boy you don't wanna go there Man, he come to my block it's a dead end They like Roney why you got so much dead friends 'Cause my end so scary, boy you don't wanna go there Yeah, my end so scary, in the trap full of snow got me feeling like a polar bear So I keep my toast near, gotta keep my toast near 12 stop me, in armani, gang with me, like the army Two fifties, one forty, turn 'em ghost with the tommy Got power in my ends, that's power in the Benz, boy you don't wanna go there Put powder in the blend so the spoon Don't bend, let it lock like Ras' hair Little nigga don't go there They're strapped with the pole there Nigga better keep your pole near, uh Big gun that's hot like the solar Got beef like a donair, uh Go there, little nigga don't go there No, you don't wanna go there, yeah Pole near, nigga better keep your pole there Boy you don't wanna go there I gotta keep a big gun 'cause niggas tend to watch me Gossip with the posse, cops just lost me Kill a nigga not sorry, homeboy got bodied Talkin' 'bout this one, he ain't talkin' 'bout this one No you don't wanna go there Only God that I fear, my bullets take out bears My niggas locked in the system They can feel the love from a distance 473, I'm committed, ten x to the flames we with it M-a got life for a sentence Vanish for some life in detention If you try and diss me they I'm steppin' Parma court, wakunda what we reppin' Niggas know, don't go there Little nigga don't go there They're strapped with the pole there (strapped) Nigga better keep your pole near (bap) Big gun that's hot like the solar (hot) Got beef like a donair, uh Go there, little nigga don't go there (go there) No, you don't wanna go there, yeah Pole near, nigga better keep your pole there (pole there) Boy you don't wanna go there

Whaaa, wassup nigga? This for my niggas in them big trucks This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me? This for my big truck drivers, look nigga blow yo' big truck horn You still could see me in my big truck boy Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout They wishin' I'd would've came out the garage But, I guess that's too bad 'Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad Strobe lights flash, solar baric, boom boom Big feet ten runnin' while they, vroom vroom Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel I can't watch the TV's from the sturrin' wheel Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin' ceilin' Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill Yeah, that's how you do that there Got bling and bass, everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Dark lights with brights, the dark windows With the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right So when you bitches try to act hype I get the gat get the gat 'cause niggas don't fight When you get to Ruben 2, then make a right at the light And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light I played a Jag' 'round rags And now excursion and escalade 'round upscale The Range Rover's don't even get gools 'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up My brother 'Rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck Fresh light don't need no buffin' Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin' 'Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Ain't no slack in my Mack, rollin' slow the windows down They recognize me so you know how they act Cuttin' up, fallin' out, tryin' to flirt and get nasty Raisin' shirt, showin' titties, talkin' 'bout autohgraphs I try my best to keep my fans happy I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin' Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good And after that I'm on my way back to good I knew that I'm on course at all time And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine 2002 and you dodgin' me now Big truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic My black big truck half match my big truck jacket Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone Now this a big truck driver I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm a big truck driver, I'm a big truck driver This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray