Lyrics:
Intro:
Yea…..Mr. Criminal Lil Passion
Why these motherfuckers trying to go against our people, homie?
Go against the gente you get smashed out like
wondering if I could swing by some day
And maybe grab a bite to eat"
Without even thinking I said "Okay
How about some time next week"
Before we knew it that
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
of the Broncos
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can’t talk about that though
Your chance is thin like the
Moustache of Puerto
smile when I see her on a visit
I comfort her with hugs and kisses
I'm the Mr, she's the missus
Even after three or four kisses
I'll be sitting there,
turns me on about you your mind more so than body
Frames getting built the same but low insight on few topics
Then there's you
Brown sugar with every
baby your last buck
Don't come quackin' like a duck
Do your duty
I heard you said you didn't love me
Down at Mrs. Brown
I don't believe a word
By Michael Brown
Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight
You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right
Be
don't stop, stop
It's Len and Kurtis Blow
(And we're blowing up the spot)
[Sharon Costanzo] {Kurtis Blow} (D-Rock)
**samples scratched in by Mr
Mr. hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
the better or for the worse
I rather ride on a Harley than ride around in a hearse
Now you understand the courage to care button on my shirt
It's a Brown
they respect my big decision to become a billboard artist
Goin way up!
Fuck the ceiling, look what I'm dealing, I've got the feeling, yeah, call me Mr
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Face to face thats how i like to handle it
Save the day you can call me mr anderson
Cypher dead these niggas they talking presidents
Pockets is trash
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
like Tang
Word is bond hon, do yo' thang
I said right about now do yo' thang
I said right about now do yo' thang
C'mon right about now do yo' thang
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
Cracking jokes like Jamie Foxx Looked over Seen my Fancy
Its something about a Island Girl...
I Value you like a Diamond Pearl...
Dark or Brown the Body
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
HOT TEMPTATION
ItÂ's show time
Makes us proud
No matter how deep you are in a crowd
Be shaking your thing like Mr. Brown
Break ya neck lay back
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