Original Lyrics & Chords By Mystikal

Mystikal, what's popping?
Welcome to the team

I'm a political refugee
That's how the fuck I felt

Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder
Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail
Big money, shit, Cash Money everywhere

High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
Head hunting, price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail

Seeing how I'm better than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, that what they told me

Giving us piss tests
'Cause we stay rolling
And know a nigga act better than a .45 Caliber pistol
When they loaded

They penalize us, trying to 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 barbecue

How the fuck you wanna watch my house
But don't wanna live on my street?
The ape man taught Tarzan
How the fuck 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 didn't sell out
I was in the bing, I didn't 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

Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder
Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail
Big money, shit, Cash Money everywhere

High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
Head hunting, price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail

Who out there 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 done made that fucking bed
You done built this fucking castle
Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa
Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal

I wonder licking retarded, yeah, nigga what the hell
Talking baby business, yeah, yeah, bitch, dumb shit
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 better leave me alone if they gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'ma 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 don't want no fucking trouble this evening

Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder
Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail
Big money, shit, cash money everywhere

High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
Head hunting, price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail

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 card 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

Birds for the summer, Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint, nine for the thunder
Throw a couple of hundreds, fishing on the fishtail
Big money, shit, cash money everywhere

High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
Head hunting, price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up for playing with a nigga mail

They call me, um, as a matter of fact, they don't call me
(Deep in this ocean, yeah, hella choppers)
I call them
(Uptown, we in the building)

As a matter of fact, I call them out
(30504, boy, we in the business)
(Yeah, billionaire minds)
(One hundred)

You scared of something?
If I was you, I would be