Mystikal - Original lyrics

rate me

[Intro]

Im a political refugee

Thats how the f-ck I felt

[Birdman - Chorus]

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint

9 for the thunder

Throw a couple hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

With big money, cash money oilwell

High roller, shot caller, big boss

Original, real nigga from the start

Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

Hit ‘em up, for playing with a f-cking male

[Mystikal]

Say I’m better than Beethoven

To the beat that I rap over

Stay outta that medicine cabinet

Yeah, thats what they told me

Giving us test, cause we stay rollin’

And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading

They penalize us, tryna slow us down

They constantly f-cking us up

Thats why we’re buck wild

Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo

When you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque

How the f-ck you gon’ watch my house

But don’t wanna live on my street

The ape man told Tarzan “how the f-ck you better than me?”

Rap I run that rock, and got a jump shot

Who we got ? wife, up in that white house

I took a look and didn’t sell out

I was in the ? and didn’t bail out

Hoping the, didn’t fail out

Back to the top from the jail house

Lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe

Catch a cut, know what pressure do

[Birdman - Chorus]

[Mystikal]

Who out c’here f-cking with me, huh? tell me that

I’m bout to drop that ?, where my pamper at?

Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back

I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left where I was at

You dun made that f-cking bed

You dun built this f-cking house

? Yeah nigga what the hell

Talking baby business, yeah

Don’t be f-cking with me

Cause you wont 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 ‘lone

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 squeezing

You gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing

You better keep on trucking

Aint nobody betta ? this evening

[Birdman - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

Uh, aint it crazy how shit 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 car 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 niggas that try

And all the bitches I’ve f-cked, and all my niggas that died

Tunechi

[Birdman - Chorus]