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Why You Wanna [Single] (T.I.) · Why You Wanna [2 Track] (T.I.) · Why You Wanna [1 Track] (T.I.) · Why Lady Why (Gary Morris) · Why Oh Why (ATC) · Why Lady Why (Gary Morris) · Why Why (Shannon) · Why Ya Wanna (Jana Kramer) · Why Ya Wanna (Jana Kramer) · Mr. Lil One's Greatest Hits (Mr. Lil One) – and 90 other albums »


let it goooo

Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street
(My fuckin' lil' homies)

I remember, when you was just a lil' G
Flirting with death, playin'
on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street (My fuckin' lil' homies)

I remember, when you was just a lil' G
Flirting with
I mean I mean 
Y'all know what that is right? 
I mean I mean 
Y'all know what that is right? 

Lil mama show me how you move it 
Lil mama show
crash)
Lil nigga
(Talkin' trash nigga, but I just wanna crash)

Think you ahead of me nigga?
What you said to me nigga?
Talkin' shit on the internet,
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
me up now with a teacher?
I wanna become an inventor too

Why, Mr. Lacey, why d'you do the things you do?
Why, Mr. Lacey, why d'you do the things you
it's following us check it out
What you wanna do?

[Mr. Shadow]
Lets just walk up to 'em
Fuck 'em

[Lil' Rob]
From the sides?

[Mr. Shadow]
Yeah, lets do
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?

Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
tell you broke 'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ass
C'mon man why you tryna rag?

Don't wanna let a ass off tha hook,
I mean I mean 
Y'all know what that is right? 
I mean I mean 
Y'all know what that is right? 

Lil' mama show me how you move it 
Lil' mama
I visit Mr. Frump in the hospital
I see him most every day
And when I see Mr. Frump in his iron lung
This is what I hear him say

why'know, Mr
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
Opportunity ain't never knocked 

And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks 

If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress 

That's why
your bag for me
(Please, please, Mr. Postman
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

So many days you
you check it and see one more time for me
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Ooh Mr. Postman
(Mr
you check it and see one more time for me
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Ooh Mr. Postman
(Mr
. Marley in the Hall of Fame
Mr. Marley, them know your name
Ragamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame

When the music hit you, you no feel no pain
In
you check it and see one more time for me
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Ooh Mr. Postman
(Mr
on top and two is laughing
Oh, what a confusion
Ooh, yeah, yeah
What a botheration, ooh, now, now
Who is Mr. Brown? I wanna know now
He is nowhere
to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y
you check it and see one more time for me
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Ooh Mr. Postman
(Mr
18's three piece B B S treat seat's 
And y'all shall find riches it's mad bitches gettin dough 
I'll die for I go broke just a lil moe 

Just a lil
every club promoter wanna bid like auctions
'Cause I pack shows, sell tics like Boston
Pat your back ho, why the fuck they coughin'?
Oh, I got 'em