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Mystikal

Genres: Hip-Hop

Origina; Lyrics - Mystikal

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 Im 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 were buck wild 

Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo 

When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbecue 

How the f-ck you wanna watch my house 

But dont 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 didnt sell out 

I was in the bing, I didnt bail out 

Hoping motherfucker 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 

 

[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] 

Who out chea f-cking with me, huh? Tell me that 

Im bout to drop that shit, where my Pamper at? 

Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back 

I bury you cockroaches, 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 

Couldnt do nothing with this little rascal 

I wonder licking retarded 

Yeah nigga what the hell 

Talking baby business, yeah 

Yeah bitch, dumb shit 

Dont 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 cant stop from bleeding 

Rappers betta leave me alone 

If they gon keep on breathing 

Now keep on starving and Imma gonna keep on eating 

And you keep on sucking, and Imma keep on skeeting 

Nigga, you gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing 

Nigga better keep on trucking 

You dont want no fucking trouble this evening 

 

[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 

 

[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 nothin 

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 Im 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 

Im food, I let the haters add a little salt 

Thats cool, I do it for all the niggas that try 

And all the bitches Ive f-cked, and all my niggas that died 

Tunechi 

 

[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 

 

You scared of something? 

Huh? 

If I was you I would be.. uhuh 

Are you remember?




Smile

Artist: Aswad