Текст песни Original - Edited Version - Mystikal feat. Birdman & Lil Wayne
I'm
a
political
refugee
That's
how
the
f-ck
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,
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
f-cking
male
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
piss
tests,
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
f-cking
us
up
That's
why
we're
buck
wild
Call
me
porch
monkey,
call
me
jigaboo
When
you
know
you
wanna
f-ck
my
woman
and
eat
my
barbeque
How
the
f-ck
you
gon'
watch
my
house
But
don't
wanna
live
on
my
street
The
ape
man
told
Tarzan
"how
the
f-ck
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
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
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
f-cking
male
Who
out
c'here
f-cking
with
me,
huh?
tell
me
that
I'm
bout
to
drop
that
sh-t,
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
f-cking
bed
You
dun
built
this
f-cking
castle?
Yeah
nigga
what
the
hell
Talking
baby
business,
yeah
Don't
be
f-cking
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
me
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
skeetin
You
gon'
be
the
one
bussing
or
be
the
one
fleeing
You
better
keep
on
trucking
Ain't
nobody
wanna
f-ck
with
me
this
evening
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
f-cking
male
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
nothin'
I
pistol
whip
ya
bitch,
knock
her
out
Robitussin
Ran
up
in
your
house,
killed
everybody,
no
discussion
Rep,
that
muthaf-cking
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
f-cked,
and
all
my
niggas
that
died
Tunechi
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
f-cking
male
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