Lyrics:
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr
to die, but by His grace, He took my place
Who's iller?
Mr. Doomzilla
Tryna shock the world 'fore I up and break the ceiling
Who's iller?
Mr. Doomzilla
No way I can't do it
Bust it up, Valens! - Anyway I can do it
And hey! That is why I say
Okay, I'm Mr. 1999. All of my life I say
Okay, I'm Mr. 1999.
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'all
Knock knock, guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr. Eazi, Major Lazer in a Beamer
Oh my God, I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night
This my season and these haters looking salty
Surrounded by all this pressure can't seem to get it off me
Wax on wax off just like Mr. Miyagi taught
the time you gave us?
Oh, Mr. Man upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of our
dance
Don't feel no way my selector when I make a special request
I just want to hear my favorite song
I want to hear a different selection
Wah!
Hey Mr
said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high.
It's reported you've been drinkin' and a-runnin' round with men and goin' wild.
And we
ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna
[Hook]
Yea
This is the Coon
I'm with my man Mr. Trice
Def entertainment bout to take over this shit
Is yall mutha fuckers ready
Once again, is yall
just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 1]
I?m back my
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
I'm back my music tracks about
Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch
10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by
living
A nigga on a mission, anything in my way, I'm killing
That's my mentality right, me and my niggas be quick to fight
Type of niggas you
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA
takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way
I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath
Never had to battle with
I'd stay lonely or what
Guess you didn't know me
I'm good at getting over goodbye
Good thing
I ain't stuck with you forever
By the way, hey, by
I'd stay lonely or what
Guess you didn't know me
I'm good at getting over goodbye
Good thing
I ain't stuck with you forever
By the way, hey, by
my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no
Lost track of time again
I hear your padded steps outside my door
I know this dream is on its way
I pull the covers tight, I shut my eyes and to god
Lived a short haired butcher's boy
By the way of Ostergrad it comes in
Sentences poolararrowic Airport her father
Was in a long story cut short in
froze?
If he so tough then why he told?
Aye
Mr. NorthTown's Finest
Big checks, big bags
Can you see my likeness?
Uh
Mr. NorthTown's Finest
Big flex, big
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