Original lyrics

by

Mystikal


[Intro - Mystikal]
I'm a political refugee
That's how the f*ck I felt

[Hook - Birdman]
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
Nine for the thunder
Throw a couple of hundreds
Fishing on the fishtail
With big money, cash money everywhere
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real n*gga from the start
Head hunting, price on a n*gga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing with a n*gga mail

[Mystikal]
Say I’m better than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, that what they told me
Giving us p*ss tests, cause we stay rolling
And know a n*gga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loaded
They penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly f*cking us up
That's why we’re buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna f*ck my woman and eat my barbecue
How the f*ck you wanna watch my house
But don’t wanna live on my street
The ape man taught Tarzan -- how the f*ck you better than me?
Rap, I run that rock, and got a jump shot
Who we got that black wife up in that White House
I took my lick and didn’t sell out
I was in the bing, I didn’t bail out
Hoping motherf*cker run and fail out
Back to the top from the jail house
Lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, you know what pressure do
[Hook]

[Mystikal]
Who out chea f*cking with me, huh? Tell me that
I’m bout to drop that sh*t, where my Pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back
I bury you c*ckroaches, shoulda left me where I was at
You done made that f*cking bed
You done built this f*cking castle
Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa
Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal
I wonder licking retarded
Yeah n*gga what the hell
Talking baby business, yeah
Yeah b*tch, dumb sh*t
Don’t be f*cking with me
Cause you won't get off easy
I feel just like Drew Brees
When they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can’t stop from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me alone
If they gon’ keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I’mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I’mma keep on skeeting
n*gga, you gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
n*gga better keep on trucking
You don't want no f*cking trouble this evening
[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, ain't it crazy how sh*t be
Thats why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
Thats percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip you pussies, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthaf*cking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I’m a thrasher
We kissed, I lit her ass up than I ashed her
No hard feelings, no card dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car
My Mary in a jar
I’m food, I let the haters add a little salt
Thats cool, I do it for all the n*ggas that try
And all the b*tches I’ve f*cked, and all my n*ggas that died
Tunechi

[Hook]
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