Birdman - Original lyrics

I'm a political refugee That's how the f** 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 sh**, cash money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n***a from the start Head huntin', price on a n***a tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a n***a male [Mystikal] n***as 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 n***a act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading They penalize us, tryna slow us down They constantly f**ing us up Thats why we're buck wild Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo When you know you wanna f** my woman and eat my barbeque How the f** you gon' watch my house But don't wanna live on my street The ape man told Tarzan "how the f** 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 muthaf**er didn't fail out Back to the top from the jail house n***a, lace 'em up, tie ya shoe Catch a cut, we 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 sh**, cash money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n***a from the start Head huntin', price on a n***a tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a n***a male Who out c'here f**ing with me, huh? tell me that I'm bout to drop that sh**, where my pamper at? Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back I bury you co*kroaches, shoulda left me where I was at You dun made that f**ing bed You dun built this f**ing castle Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal" Yeah n***a what the hell Talking baby business, yeah Don't be f**ing 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 s**ing, and I'mma keep on skeeting You gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing You better keep on trucking Aint no muthaf**er trouble 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 sh**, cash money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n***a from the start Head huntin', price on a n***a tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a n***a male Uh, ain't it crazy how sh** 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 b**h, knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house, k**ed everybody, no discussion Rep, that muthaf**ing red flag like a Russian Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a thrash her We kissed, I lit her a** 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 That's cool, I do it for all the n***as that try And all the b**hes I've f**ed, and all my n***as 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 sh**, cash money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real n***a from the start Head huntin', price on a n***a tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a n***a male