Lyrics:
day
No evidence, no apology and no regard
Even for the big American rap star
For us especially, us most especially
A Mr. Nigga VIP jail cell just
pulled over by a state trooper at one point. Now, is it me or to take them about an hour and a half to actually give you the ticket? These guys, right?
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
broken the pole
Bang bang bang on your Fisher-Price drum
You call yourself a trooper by the rule of thumb
Stand down (stand down)
Stand down soldier,
man
Consumed by the profit
Ask if you safe from me
Ask if you safe from me
You ain't safe from Mr. Soul 2 Keep
(Slatt Slatt)
40 on my hip
40 on my watch
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear Enough
Mr pack Your Shit, Mr do
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
CHORUS
Attorney General, Mr. Knox
It’s time to even the score
The Cattle Barons, the Big Six
They Shall be no more
Attorney General, Mr. Knox
It’s time
Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what
standing by.
How does that make you feel?)
Help me.
Mr. Popeil!
I wanna shine some pennies!
I wanna mend some leather!
I wanna Krazy-glue my head
(Oh, yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now because you wear all those fancy
Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming"
And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter
Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a
Real rap trooper with
Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming"
And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter
Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a
Real rap trooper with
(Oh, yeah, ooh)
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now because you wear all those fancy
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mustard on the beat, ho
Big shot, Mr. Big shot (shot)
Mr. Big shot, Mr. Big shot (shot)
Got OG, got ziplocks
Got Rollies, no tick-tocks
she been stupid
Touchdown off the hit nigga
Ray Lewis
Big Glock
Big stick
Bitch we noob tubing
Hit a nigga in his teeth
Now his chin loosen
Big dope
is what I saw
State troopers with steel helmets
In the State of Arkansas
I went up to the troopers
And said, "Please let me in"
And all their guns
nobody gonna keep true love from callin' us
Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus
Honey, do you remember our first Christmas?
Standin' by that poor old Christmas
nobody gonna keep true love from callin' us
Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus
Honey, do you remember our first Christmas?
Standin' by that poor old Christmas
'cause I'm comin' for you
Cruisin' in the Bui' goin' 90 on the interstate
Trooper on the left when passin' by I met his dirty gaze
Hope he ain't be peakin'
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