I'm Lyrics - Mystikal

(Intro: Mystikal) 

MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before) 

DAMN!! I ain't never felt like this before 

I AIN'T RIGHT!! fuck, this shit ain't right 

Huh, huh, I AIN'T RIGHT!!, huh 

Shit ain't right 

(Chorus:Mystikal) 

I'm thrown off (fuck) I'm thrown off 

I'm thrown off (huh) I'm thrown off 

(Mystikal) 

I'm fucked up in the head 

but everytime I go on- bitch, ran my coat on 

bitch gonna taje my clothes off 

you niggas are crazy like roaddogs 

you can do what you wan' do 

and say what you want- just don't play wit' me 

go wit'cha flow go, just don't call me bitch ok? 

back off, back off!! mind your business 

damn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop 

nigga, soon as i finish, i'm gonna make your motherfuckin' 

record store look like it just got broke with a crowbar 

i ain't gotta stand up in this bitch, take your hands on- 

(Chorus) 

niggas be testin' the streets like dick-birds 

then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs 

the i fuck my eyes and spit in my face- they got bad nerves 

i smoke-funny-ain't lust and use bad words 

but i'm in another revolution- motherfuckin' seem with his ass heard 

if you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password 

cause it dosen't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they blast 

first 

i can't stand my next door neighbor, s i'm here to get a transfer 

they won't stay over my grass- fur, i ain't right 

(Chorus) 

check this part out right here 

fe-fi-fo-fum- i smell a sticky nigga roll up one 

get back if you ain't got none 

if you ain't bout it, then nigga don't come 

we tear this bitch everytime we come through 

actin' stupid, bitch- you know what i do 

lookin like i come from artabozoo 

where they feed us gumbo and cross-fetch too, huh 

i get down because i come up around the checkin line 

Kell- stop that fuckin track- i'v lost my mind 

(Chorus) 

hickery-dickery-dock-get 'em- jump off my cock 

bitch- get out of my face- hoe- stay out of my pocket,that's right 

everytime i come in the kitchen ,bitch you in the kitchen 

gettin' fat, eatin all the fuckin' food up but ain't washin' the dishes 

the fuck you mean do i have something else to drink 

you just got through emptyin' the jug out the hands- is the time 

that's it-gotta get the fuck out 

bitch about to schold your hands to the door 

nigga, i don't play that shit, better ask somebody 

bitch-thought you know 

(Chorus)