Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Original , by - Mystikal. Release date: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Original |
| I’m a political refugee |
| Thats how the fuck I felt |
| 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 shit, cash money errwhere |
| 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 nigga male |
| Niggas say I’m better than Beethoven |
| To the beat that I rap over |
| Stay outta that medicine cabinet |
| Yeah, thats what they told me |
| They giving us piss test, cause we stay rollin' |
| And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loaded |
| They penalize us, tryna slow us down |
| They constantly fucking us up |
| Thats 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 building and didn’t bail out |
| Hoping muthafucker didn’t fail out |
| Back to the top from the jail house |
| Nigga, lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe |
| Catch a cut, we know what pressure do |
| Who out c’here fucking with me, huh? |
| tell me that |
| I’m 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 dun made that fucking bed |
| You dun built this fucking castle |
| Buck wheat and his friend alfalfa, can’t do nothing with this little rascal |
| Yeah nigga what the hell |
| Talking baby business, yeah |
| Don’t be fucking 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 it 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 skeeting |
| You gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing |
| You better keep on trucking |
| Ain’t no muthafucker trouble this evening |
| Uh, ain’t 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 ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin |
| Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion |
| Rep, that muthafucking red flag like a Russian |
| Yeah, look, I told her baby I’m a thrash her |
| We kissed, I lit her ass up then 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 fucked, and all my niggas that died |
| Tunechi |