โหลดเพลง mp3 Original - Mystikal

Mystical 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 hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
Big money shit cash money oil well
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga from the start
Head hunting price on a nigga tab
Hit them up for playing with a nigga mail
Niggas sound better than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay out of that medicine cabinet
Yeah that what they told me
They giving us piss test cause we stay rolling
And know a nigga act better than
A forty five caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us trine 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 gone 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 that blood wife up in that white house
I took a look and didn't sell out
I was in the building didn't bail out
Hoping motherfucker didn't fell out
Back to the top from the jail house
Nigga lace them up tie your shoe
Catch a cut we know what pressure do
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint nine for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
Big money shit cash money oil well
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga from the start
Head hunting price on a nigga tab
Hit them up for playing with a nigga mail
Who out come here fucking with me huh tell me that
I'm about to drop that shit where my pamper at
Try to answer that or give me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches should left me where I was at
You dun made that fucking bed
You dun built this fucking castle
Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa
Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal
I'm one slicker retarded yeah nigga what the hell
Talking baby business yea 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 it from bleeding
Rappers better leave me alone if they wanna keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'm gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking and I'm keep on skeeting
Nigga you can be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
Nigga better keep on trucking
Ain't no motherfucking trouble this evening
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint nine for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
Big money shit cash money oil well
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga from the start
Head hunting price on a nigga tab
Hit them 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 bitch 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 then I ashed her
No hard feelings no car dealing but I shuffle my queens
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 (yeah)
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
(You know it wouldn't be right without the boy)
Big money shit cash money oil well
High roller shot caller big boss (yeah)
Original real nigga from the start (fee you remember that)
Head hunting price on a nigga tab
Hit them up for playing with a nigga mail
Yeah we up there boy
(They call me Erm as a matter fact they don't call me)
Deep in this ocean
Yeah helicopters
(I call them)
Uptown we in the building
(As a matter of fact I call them out)
Three o five o four boy we the business hah (ha ha)
Yeah billionaire minds one hundred
(And the phone always of the hook)
You scared or something ha
If I was you I would be hum uh