If It Ain't Life It Ain't Me Letra

Why.., why why why whyCause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shitIf it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slideI'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get oldI'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like thisI wan't-a load it up, cock back don't missY'all ain't goin' believe thisGot the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit!All they do is say the mans nameYou watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shameThey know I got the wood for 'emIf they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'emBig pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh..Tell me what you goin' doIf you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's tooCome and turn around, let me get behind youMove somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body[Hook]If it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slideI'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get oldIf it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slideI'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get oldI'm too hip to drip[Mystikal]When I'm here they got to have itWhite lines so live they jump off the cabinetIt's Micheal Tyler not Black SabbathIt's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrotI'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driverHittin' hookers is a side highTuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real jobGot my fingers and my shit tightGot another album and contract bitch get rightForm a crowd like a fist fightTake my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight[Hook][Mytsikal]I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to holdToo tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bustI'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crushThe paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the tableClean your plate and wash the dishesCan I please get a source cupAnd if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your motherAnd after I'm goin' get JiveI done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job