Mystikal - Original (Feat Lil Wayne & Birdman) Lyrics

Artist: Mystikal (Feat Lil Wayne & Birdman)
Album: ~
Year: 2011

[Intro – Mystikal & (Lil Wayne)]
(Mystikal what’s poppin?
Welcome to the team)
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
Big money shit, Cash Money oil well
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 mail

[Verse 1 – Mystikal]
Niggas sound better than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, that 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 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? 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 ’em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, we know what pressure do

[Verse 2 – Mystikal]
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
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’mma keep on skeeting
Nigga you can be the one bussing, or be the one fleeing
Nigga better keep on trucking, ain’t no motherfuckin’ trouble this evening

[Verse 3 – 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 ya 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

[Chorus – Birdman & (Lil Wayne)]
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder (yeah)
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail (you know it wouldn’t be right without the boyyy)
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 huntin’, price on a nigga tab
Hit ’em up for playing with a nigga mail

[Outro – Birdman & (Lil Wayne)]
Yeah, we up there boy
(They call me, erm, as a matter fact they don’t call me)
Deep in this ocean
Yeah, helichoppers
(I call them)
Uptown, we in the building
(As a matter of fact, I call them out)
30504 boy, we the business, hah (haha)
Yeah, billionaire minds, 100 (and the phone always of the hook)
(You scared or something? ha
If I was you I would be, haha)