[Hook: Mystikal]
n***a that's that bullsh**, n***a that's that bullsh**
They got me f**ed up, right now on that bullsh**
n***a that's that bullsh**, n***a that's that bullsh**
Got us f**ed up in here on that bullsh**
n***a that's that bullsh**, n***a that's that bullsh**
Got us f**ed up out here on that bullsh**
n***a that's that bullsh**, that's that bullsh**
They got me f**ed up, right now on that bullsh**
[Verse 1]
Same n***a hump the beat like a p**y
f**in' right I put the dick on the track
Same n***a he just got outta jail
Same n***a that's 'bout to go back
So what the rapper got 90 more days?
Should have never hit that b**h in the head
I know she pushed you and you probably felt played
Better next time you gonna walk yo a** away
Get yo sh** together, n***a get yo mind right
Every n***a in here smarter than Albert Einstein lookin' at it from hindsight
Hope this sh** starts sankin in before it's a cell you be stankin in
No b**hes, no titties, no p**y prints tell my why the f** you wasn't thinkin' then
I said, "uhhh." The judge say, "'Uhhh' my a**!"
Tell yo people how much that you miss 'em and you love 'em talkin to 'em from behind that gla**
Hello Canteen Line, I plan about five racks
Lemme get that in coffee and hygiene, stamps and bugler packs
You're mad cause I'm movin' fast, so you're usin' that
Now you're out here talkin' sh**, but b**h I'm used to that
b**h, I never give up
I said I'll never go back
But judgin' from the way the ball done bounced
I might get to see my n***a Mac
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Tryna do me like a low-down dog
Treat me like a hen-pecked freak
A mother like a one legged gimp
Or something like a four-eyed geek
Cause you up in there huffin' and puffin'
Talkin' 'bout I lie and cheat
b**h I want you outta my house
She said I want you off these streets
Damn! Hold up, sorry baby. Ain't gotta be all that
You know how much I love you. Don't do nothin' crazy
No man, you you ain't gettin' no panties
You might as well pack yo bags
In court, standing next the DA
My brother can't you hear me like kiss my a**
Say goodbye to those shows, and peace out to those beats
Tell 'em how I got you out the truck
Yeah n***a hand over those keys
There you go, take it baby
It's yours darling
Turn the motherf**er sideways
Stuff that b**h where you sit on the toilet
'Scuse me speakin' in tongues
But she forgot about the Charger
I know I shouldn't have never bought the Charger
Now that b**h got me facin charges
I guess it go like that, and it be like that
Momma said knock that lightweight out
81 days you gon be right back
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
b**h you tryin' to swing below the belt, ho you tryin' to hit behind the knee
If this were Silence of The Lambs, our troubles would be over. Popo Clarice
Shoo, shoo, shoo. Fly, fly, fly
I repent if you think that this is gonna be the end of me b**h you's a goddamn lie
Hey there mike mike mike man, now that you're my my my
Seen Daddy get off probation, when the restraining come off, I'd love to see y'all come by
Daddy gotta go through the joint just to get to the door
Daddy gotta climb over these hoes just to make it back home to the toil
Now we know that big girls don't pout, and big boys don't cry
Y'all better not fight in this b**h and cry, y'all play nice
Do just as I say, but not as I do
In the house, you start f**in' up, guess what? I'll whoop your lil bad a** too