Mystikal - Bullsh** lyrics

[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