Lyrics:
fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
nobody send me back
You just gotta deal with that
Do me wrong it's no way out
Stomping all throughout the doubt
Had to change up on the route yea
Mr three
know that
They don't ever hold back wheres the liquor and the dro at
See I'm up in this bitch to get paid
It's no doubt
Don't need no help from you I'm
sight, the flight attendant catch fright
I sit down in my seat, 2C
She approach officially talking 'bout, "Excuse me"
Her lips curl up into a tight
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I'm
It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He
fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
You should know
No doubt, no doubt
You should know by now that I really like when you're around
It's so
pleasure, dearie?
No, we don't cut slices
Cor, me eyes is bleary!
Toby!
None for the gentleman!
I could up me prices
I'm a little leery
Business
am
McALLISTER ah, so you are excuse me
KEATING keep ripping
Gentlemen! This is a battle a war and the
Casualties could be your hearts
And souls thank
to sip on codein
I sipped on that shit till it blur out my scene
She laughs at my jokes like I'm being Mr. Bean
Excuse me lil miss hope I'm not being
Mean
a few plaques
Smiling with no tooth plaque
Ballin out a thousand dollars
On some new slacks
Oouu damn
You can
Be a new man
If you just pay me a few
Excuse Me
I got Hott on the 808's
Uh
First time I ever got a little butt n****
By a log, I was digging out her guts n****
First time I bust down a sack
pleasure, dearie?
No, we don't cut slices
Cor, me eyes is bleary!
Toby!
None for the gentleman!
I could up me prices
I'm a little leery
Business
with no one
I want more than a buzz
Get me blacked out
I wanna act out
No more self doubt
AJ Brown come out
I don't know
What's going on
I'm drowning
y'all who hatin' for no reason
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world and I'm
pleasure, dearie?
No, we don't cut slices
Cor, me eyes is bleary!
Toby!
None for the gentleman!
I could up me prices
I'm a little leery
Business
Papist claptrap
We can take precautions
MRS bLACKITT: What, you mean lock the door?
MR bLACKITT: No, no i mean, because we
Are members of the
Protestant
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
I Stay on top Like an astronaut im up in space
Futuristic spittin I be steady on the money chase
I dress so spiffy all these fuckers call me Mr gates
slow down muh'fucka' you aint coming to pass
Run in the back
I'm running laps, & I'm running the map
When these muh'fuckas comin' to rap EXCUSE ME
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
Looking for someone
To help me out
But there's no doubt
Your the only one
Come on rescue me
Please hear this sincere plea
Mr. Miracle
Make a Miracle out
don't need a Mr. Miyagi, boy I did this by myself
Say I'm cocky, no longer humble
But y'all left me no other option
Tried to forget me
How'd that go ? I'm
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