Mystikal Original текст песни, слова песни Original Mystikal & Lil Wayne & Birdman
Mystikal - Original
feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman
I'm a political refugee
That's how the fuck I felt
[Chorus: Birdman]
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 fucking male
[Mystikal:]
Say I'm better than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, that's 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 fucking us up
That's why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon' watch my house
But don't wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the fuck 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
[Chorus: Birdman]
[Mystikal:]
Who out c'here fucking 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 fucking bed
You dun built this fucking house
[?] Yeah nigga what the hell
Talking baby business, yeah
Don't be fucking 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 'lone
If they gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'm a gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'm a keep on squeezing
You gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
You better keep on trucking
Ain't nobody betta [?] this evening
[Chorus: Birdman]
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be
That's why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
That's 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 motherfucking 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
That's cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas that died
Tunechi
[Chorus: Birdman]
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