Mystikal - Round Out Tha Tank Lyrics

Mystikal
Ghetto Fabulous
Round Out Tha Tank
me that's who,
me me that's who,
me me that's who,
I'm tha round out tha tank,
I'm tha round out tha tank,
I'm tha round out tha tank,
I'm tha loud blacca blacca, wacca wacca coming from behind cha
Me that's who

[Chorus X 2]

I'm tha "weee" before tha "boom'
I'm tha fire in tha hole coming from tha tube
I'm tha claymore mine sittin in the dirt
I'm tha probe of support,
I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst
sleepin bag in tha freezin weather
I'm tha fragmentation vessel for shrapnel and flyin metal
I'm tha auto on tha fire select
I'm tha thousand shells bouncin off tha brass deflector
squeeze tha trigger send tha mass when it's time to take aim,
I'm tha "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochet down range,
creeping and seeking and keep in my target
I'm tha biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit
listen hear I make your fuckin bread where you live at
I'm almost there click away from yo Bivouac
flash yo brains, highly illuminated
this is operation fuck all my destination

[Chorus X 2]

Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations
I'm that fucking hole in tha earth after detonation
C 130 episode coming from tha sky
recognize round two rollin just like hypmatize
I think in aromas so save ya breath
if I don't get cha with tha rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonet
I roll with M1's, tote em how I would
I'm a 45 day 45 night field prep
I'm yo' smart book in tha live exercise begins
and when it get dark I'm noisy like discipline
twelve bravo run you out the foxhole
make it to tha bunker it ain't no survival
I'm that war vet that's combat ready
whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert
they try to make it when they know they can't
how the fuck yo gon run from the round out the tank

[Chorus X 4]

• Johnny Stephanugi

  Correct lyrics:
  me that's who,
  me me that's who,
  me me that's who,
  I'm the round out the tank,
  I'm the round out the tank,
  I'm the round out the tank,
  I'm the loud blacca blacca, wacca wacca coming from behind you.
  Me that's who.
  
  [Chorus X 2].
  
  I'm the "wee" before the "boom".
  I'm the fire in the hole coming from the tube.
  I'm the claymore mine sittin in the dirt.
  I'm the probe unsupported,
  I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst.
  sleeping bag in this freezing weather.
  I'm the fragmentation vest for shrapnel and flying metal.
  I'm the auto on the fire selector.
  I'm the thousand shells bouncing off the brass deflector.
  squeeze the trigger center mass, when it's time to take aim,
  I'm the "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochetin down range,
  creep and heatseekin and keeping my target.
  I'm the biological threat you don't want to go to war wit.
  Shoot to kill, I'll dig your fuckin grave where you live at.
  I'm almost there, one click away from yo Bivouac.
  flashbangs, highly illuminated.
  this is operation so fuck all my destination.
  
  [Chorus X 2].
  
  Ha, I'm all your rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations.
  I'm that fucking hole in the earth after detonation.
  C 130 Airborn soldiers coming from the sky.
  Mechanized ground troops rollin just like HEMTT Tires.
  I think in aromas so save ya breath.
  if I don't get you with the rifle I'm a catch you with my bayonet.
  I roll with M1's, Tow's and Howitzers.
  I'm a 45 day 45 night field problem.
  I'm yo' smart book when the live exercise begins.
  and when it get dark I'm noise and light disciplined.
  twelve bravo run you out the foxhole.
  make it to the bunker it ain't no survival.
  I'm that war vet that's combat ready.
  whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert.
  they try to make it when they know they can't.
  how the fuck yo going to run from the round out the tank.
  
  [Chorus X 4].

• Johnny Stephanugi

  Lyrics are wrong though!

• Johnny Stephanugi

  Reminds me of when I was a teenager before I enlisted and shot "Rounds Out Tha Tank!"