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(Intro: Mystikal)
MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before)
d*mn!! I ain't never felt like this before
I AIN'T RIGHT!! fk, this s**t ain't right
Huh, huh, I AIN'T RIGHT!!, huh
s**t ain't right
(Chorus:Mystikal)
I'm thrown off (fk) I'm thrown off
I'm thrown off (huh) I'm thrown off
(Mystikal)
I'm fked up in the head
but everytime I go on- b*tch, ran my coat on
b*tch gonna taje my clothes off
you are crazy like roaddogs
you can do what you wan' do
and say what you want- just don't play wit' me
go wit'cha flow go, just don't call me b*tch ok?
back off, back off!! mind your business
d*mn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop
nigg*, soon as i finish, i'm gonna make your motherfkin'
record store look like it just got broke with a crowbar
i ain't gotta stand up in tihs b*tch, take your hands on-
(Chorus)
be testin' the streets like d*ck-birds
then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs
the i fk my eyes and spit in my face- they got bad nerves
i smoke-funny-ain't l*st and use bad words
but i'm in another revolution- motherfkin' seem with his as* heard
if you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password
cause it dosen't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they blast
first
i can't stand my next door neighbor, s i'm here to get a transfer
they won't stay over my grass- fur, i ain't right
(Chorus)
check this part out right here
fe-fi-fo-fum- i smell a sticky nigg* roll up one
get back if you ain't got none
if you ain't bout it, then nigg* don't come
we tear this b*tch everytime we come through
actin' stupid, b*tch- you know what i do
lookin like i come from artabozoo
where they feed us gumbo and cross-fetch too, huh
i get down because i come up around the checkin line
Kell- stop that fkin track- i'v lost my mind
(Chorus)
hickery-d*ckery-dock-get 'em- jump off my c*ck
b*tch- get out of my face- hoe- stay out of my pocket,thats right
everytime i come in the kitchen ,b*tch you in the kitchen
gettin' fat, eatin all the fkin' food up but ain't washin' the dishes
the fk you mean do i have something else to drink
you just got through emptyin' the jug out the hands- is the time
that's it-gotta get the fk out
b*tch about to schold your hands to the door
nigg*, i don't play that s**t, better ask somebody
b*tch-thought you know
(Chorus)
