(Intro: Mystikal)
MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before)
DAMN!! I ain't never felt like this before
I AIN'T RIGHT!!, fuck, this shit ain't right
Huh, huh, I AIN'T RIGHT!!, huh
Shit ain't right
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all (fuck), I fold all (huh)
I fold all (huh), I fold all
(Mystikal)
I'm fucked up in the head
but everytime I go on - bitch, ran my coat on
Bitch gonna take my clothes off
You niggas 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 bitch OK?
BACK OFF, BACK OFF!! Mind your business
Damn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop
Nigga, soon as I finish, I'm gonna make your motherfuckin'
Record Store look like it just got broke with a crowbar
I ain't gotta stand up in this bitch, take your hands on - fold all, fold all
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all (huh), I fold all
I fold all, I fold all
(Mystikal)
Niggas be testin' the street like dick-birds
Then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs (oops!)
The I fuck my eyes and spit in my face - they got bad nerves
I smoke - funny - ain't lust and use bad words
But I'm in another revolution - motherfucker seem with his ASS HEARD!!
If you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password
cause it doesn't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they BLAST FIRST!!
I can't stand my next door neigborhood, so I'm here to get a transfer
They won't stay over my GRASS - fur, I ain't right
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all (huh), I fold all
I fold all, I fold...
(Interlude: Mystikal)
Check this part out right here
Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum - I smell a sticky nigga roll up one
Get back if you ain't got none
If you ain't 'BOUT it, then nigga don't come
(Mystikal)
We tear this bitch up everytime we come through
Actin' stupid, bitch - you know what I do
Lookin' like I come from Artabozoo
WhWell, your Daddy died at 18
While you were on the way
And your Mama worked to feed you
She said herself to pay
She left a stray-kid to run
A little stray-kid to run
Hey little stray-kid better run
In the rich man's fire
In the rich man's fire
Stray-kid you'd better run
Stray-kid he's got a gun
Stray-kid you'd better run
You'd better run, better run
Barefoot boy you're just a bigger
And if you steal you'll die
Know your brothers and your sisters
Will sell you for a dime
Hey little stray-kid better run
In the rich man's fire
In the rich man's fire
Stray-kid you'd better run
Stray-kid he's got a gun
Stray-kid you'd better run
You'd better run, better run
You saw your friend shot in the back
And the beach slowly turned to red
The sun went down and blushed the sky
And the world just sunk into blood
Stray-kid you'd better run
Stray-kid he's got a gun
Stray-kid you'd better run
You'd better run, better run