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got a woman and she got a man so
That's how it goes, and that's how it is
[-Chorus-]
Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones 
[We had a thang goin']
Mrs Jones
that's how it goes and that's how it is

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs
certainly, coming right up. 
Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now. 
Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening? 

[Mr. Jones] 
Hey, what's up? What's up
party, tha ammo and a clip
Take a breather 4 I leave ya face down where you sit
And tha competition, oh they get flattin by bows
Cause we ain't bowin down,
like thirty three (ugh)

Hit me!
That's nothin'
This is Tha Carter Two people
This is Tha Carter Two people (hey)

They call me Mr. Carter I kissed
sniffin' I'm just pitchin' ya honor I ain't snitchin' ya honor 
Hate bitch niggas bitches with power 
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter 
I just sit
you beat;
by the way I'm Mr. Ignorance's wife, Deceit
But enough talk; now for your hair cut"
When the clippers touched my hair, they blew the fuck up
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
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
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah! Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back!
And I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin?
Puffin
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah! Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is BACK 
And I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin?
Puffin
what you say, Fox 5 is watchin'

The Fear Factor got you all rattled up
O' Reilly, oh really? No rally needed, I'll tie you up
Network for child
all ships hands;
This world was lucky to see him born.

I was a Gl in my army camp that day he passed away,
And over my shoulder talkin' I could hear
my decisions
I don't know how I made it for this long in this condition
Cause my flow so sick I should of died in a first verse

Mr. Doctor Carter
don't know my decision
I don't know how I made it for this long in this condition
Cause my flow so sick I should of died in the first verse
Mr. Doctor
let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones 
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you
scar
The stylish wardrobe is up to par 
Here's my number; call me in my car
You deserve a visit from Mr. Goodbar 

So how long you been talkin'
better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This
better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This
bleed
You suck dick, I suc-ceed
Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastes
So I'm a spit in ya face!
Kevin!

[Chorus]
Singing ay yo ooh oh (oh)
Ay
traffic
Spendin' too much time tryna fuck one hoe
How do you plead Mr. Jones?

Man, I'm the pimp of all pimps and y'all comin' up short
Calm down before I
say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!

Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow
HATE ME, you don't value my LIFE
Determination, balls of fate, is how I got up in here
So don't get SHOT up in here get out the way bitch we GOT IT
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
Should all the stoppers bag me up that's how ya bring the funk 
So when ya see me comin, folks ya betta watch ya shit 
I start to mobbin in this bitch!