How We Comin` (southern Fried Mix) Lyrics

How We Comin` (southern Fried Mix) lyrics

*(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, cuz
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 cuz 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, cuz 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