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Black Market

Weather Report

This Is Jazz, Vol. 10

1996

Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass in good just for fun
Fifteen inches in your ass bitch
Take it and love it, but I ain't talking bout no

boys en nannies, mold hier en mif
Ons huis lyk soos 'n ad vir Mr Price Home ons almal fokken lyk soos moerse nice clones
Getroud met Mister Min gemis

let me see what you're afraid to see
Your love is around me when you count on me
I'm like mister wrong
And you are like mrs. right
Baby, what we are all

dismiss em
She my Mrs
Because she know I mister her
Picture perfect
Capture all the megapixels
Laughing to the bank
Like the money tickles
Left me in

me 
Yeah yeah yeah
Take you back to growing up in Pasadena California 
Still could smell that KFC cuz that was right around the corner 
From Mrs. Henry

let me see what you're afraid to see
Your love is around me when you count on me
I'm like mister wrong
And you are like mrs. right
Baby, what we are all

fighting side by side
Side by side
And be getting all the glory
We swore an oath until the end
No matter what the cost
England will not be lost
This train

white-tee Mr. Clean, looking sharp like Guillotine
Mister "I just popped a bean", like its 2016 (Hahaha)

by the devil
Heeyyyyee
I'm a piece of shit after all
Heeyyyyee
I'm a piece of shit after all
You can call me Mr. Lonely
You know...
Because I'm

curfew
And my girl she badder than boujee
And you can smell it by her perfume
Smell it by her perfume
Yah
Run around without the top
All ma niggas is litty

Ok, sitting in a cell is the father of Jamell
Who was told by a judge that he'll probably go to hell
For refusing to tell who killed his brother

I'll be Mr Money bags someday
Maybe on a Monday
I hope that day is sunny
Surrounded by some honeys
All dipped in honey
A fun day for them and me
I'd like

did you think
Lookin' like how I'm feelin' today
Brand new shit when you see me on stage

Poppin' pills, they got me in the zone
When I drink, Mr

the departed

He said "I hear him boogy in my halls
Mr boogeyman, that jack the ripper's got his dancing shoes on
I know they're having a ball and I wanna be

man, I don't want to waste much time
You been pushed around all your life
You been pushed around by your
mother and your sister and your brother.
And if

bouncing she ride on my dick
And I smoke by the ounce, so Mr. Growl gon hit
Big body blasting we loading them sticks
And the smoke is still free cause you

Have a baby by me baby and come and be my queen
We can have the money the fame the power anything
Girl I'm the man can pull any string you
know that I am

bitch she got some potential
Blow me like swishers and pistols
My trap it be coming with issues
Gotta keep swishers and pistols

It's mister shoot gats

And on the road to Hell there was a railroad line (mmm)
And a lady steppin' off a train (mm-hmm)
With a suitcase full of summertime
Persephone, by name (mmm,

No Way

Steele

Total Eclipse

2003

Mr. Nice Guy, come with me
Gun hid away, in a hideaway when I ride your way
Hit you up, then coolin' casually, slide away

By the way, you'll hardly

Social Narcotics

MC Serch

Return of the Product

1992

'em right next to
Mister David Duke, triple K white Aryan
Who tells you pops told him that you were the lesser man
Because of drugs that were put

That's wot did the trick, sir,
True, sir, true.
Was it quick, sir?
Did it in a tick, sir,
Just like an elixir
Ought to do!

How about a bottle, mister

to go rounds on
This dancer stick mister?
This we can do Mr magoo, list your bets
Here's eight cards and your odds
A stitch in time, will save nine yards

These crazy times
Up on my mind
We gotta change
Maintain
Hey, Mr. President
Could you pay my rent
Good God, just look at us
What the fuck

Excuse me,