Lyrics:
much Mr ow much are you charging?
I went on a stag do to London the other year
£5.50 for a motherchuffin' beer
I was broke by the first night, London's
him and the boys, but
They don't seem to be friendly anymore."
Mr. Chasen: "I'll do that Emily."
Momma: "All right. He's got a big one. You know that."
him and the boys, but they don't seem to be friendly anymore."
[Mr. Chasen:] "I'll do that Emily."
[Momma:] "All right. He's got a big one. You know
a thing going on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt
Or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
It's my thing what I bring, I try to do it well
You can bet your bottom dollar that the Tribe will not be slipping
Making hit after hit as we commence
on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones
gentleman is going to be famous.
Knox: I’m sure you’re right, Mr. President.
Roosevelt: So, Attorney General, Knox, to what do I owe the honor of your
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
too
(Don't know what to say de monkey won't do)
I ran to de yard to get a stick
But I'm tellin' you friends that monkey was quick
â??Cause when I
can do here is one thing Mr. Mooks
And if you can't do this
Then I don't know about our deal
But you're gonna have to take out Jiby
Because the longer
with me
It will be raining
And I will be accepting everything as a gift
Of new life
What you don't understand makes you sad
Anywhere
I know now
I
to the studio
You know he do it one take
He said tell me what you think of this
And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man
I really wanted more like
good that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
[Mr.]
The cops don't wanna see my C-L 6,
They wanna frisk me
And young with
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
issue
MRS bLACKITT: What d'you mean?
MR bLACKITT: I could, if I wanted
Have sexual intercourse with you
MRS bLACKITT: Oh, yes, Harry
MR bLACKITT: and
By
the truth is told
That you can get what you want or
You can just get old we
All know we have a finite period
Of time i just feel
If I'm going to be alive
I
And if I do tell things true
Well, my supper
Will be on you
They tell girls,
Oh, act so pretty
And don't make yourself filthy
Don't enjoy it
Don't have
You know Mrs. Mooney,
Sales’ve been so dreary
—Toby!—
Poor thing is penniless.
What about that loony?
Lookin’ sort of beery.
Oh well, got her
(The owner does not respond)
Mr praline: 'Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
Mr praline: I'm sorry
I have a cold i wish to make a complaint!
That's a politician so oily
It's served with doily,
Not one.
Todd:
Put it on a bun,
Well you never know
If it's going to run.
Mrs. Lovett:
Try
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
, they don't even know what they're doing
Spider: No!
John: I've, I've seen 'em a couple of times
Spider: Did did you see their uniforms?
John:
? Short, short)
What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
(What? What's up? What? What Short, short)
Now I don't give a fuck about
Yo' Benz or yo'
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