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Everybody knows you don't give no lip

To Mr. Marshall Stack
He's dressed in black
With a power attack
He's Mr. Marshall Stack
Oh he don't mess around

When
Hey Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President

Caviar on summer sunrise
I feel so good by his side
Want
to twist the key
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee
Pour myself a warm black existence

Nine to five
Within the pale white walls
Nine to five day after
the mirror being followed by the hogs 
One time's on my motherfuckin' line 
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me 
They must thind I'm
home from school
In stark black and white we followed the flight
And the whole world was in that capsule

Oh, on the rocket that Grandpa rode
Sounds
lips-Voodoo kiss
Kiss me on the lips
Can heaven be like this-Voodoo kiss

Down by the river at midnight
You hear the rattle and roll of those chicken bones
kiss, kiss me on the lips
Can Heaven be like this?
Voodoo kiss

Down by the river at midnight
You hear the rattle and roll of those chicken bones
A white
game, holding hands
Sit back and just bug, think about that
Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.J. found innocent by a jury
an extra lime on my water glass
An hour later here she comes by walkin past
"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"
(Wowwww.. Mr. Nigga
Guess who
J to the Lo
F to the ab
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

I'm ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right Now (oh)
I keep women in thongs comin' along (oh)
toes
Horns and halos
Wicked whit wings
And pointed tails
Devil's eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades
The eternal drug raid
I go by
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
by the name of
Mr. Shifty switchblade.
Getting paid in the shade,
As lyrics ricochet,
Off the walls
From the ceiling to the floor,
Off the door
Yo, Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip--I'm Dick Dastard
Half smooth criminal
[Mr. Cheeks]
What's ya niggas thinkin?
Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin?
Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin
You must be coked out,
in the tub real fast
Condition my hair, put on cologne at last
Iron my pants with my blue jean jacket
Put on socks black tops with a hat and three
He was right by my side turning into Mr. Hyde
I ran for cover but I ran too slow; I was stitched by strangers
And they shook their heads that someone
Guess who
J to the Lo
F to the ab
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

I'm ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right Now (oh)
I keep women in thongs comin' along (oh)
is my blaster
So grasp some Shasta the mighty mic master
Giving ya communion with your lips on my cup
Pump pump pump pump me up
Now if you're
He was right by my side turning into Mr. Hyde
I ran for cover but I ran too slow; I was stitched by strangers
And they shook their heads that someone
and again
In particular the name of Lu Chin Chen
Yo, I landed in Japan with intent to kill
You could tell I wasn't jokin' by the look on my grill
Took
I got the pack of Rough Riders 
In the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick,
they're still Black With NV
I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song
Suckers see me, want to be me, but IÆm creamy and theyÆre
This place is going dead. 
So snap our picture let's go down outside, you're so perfect in pink. 
Black bracelet, I could never forget so let's