Lyrics:
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
Yea in my hood they call me MR.mug$ nigga that’s known for always showing tough love a nigga thats known to speed off and never buckle up he the type
Palming a big stick
Quiet as a Tesla
The storm trooper
Bald head Lex Luther
King Koopa flex on you Lex Lugar
Hit the hookah
Nightmare Fred Kruger
She went
a gangster
Hip hop FARMER
From the troopers
I do what i want when i feel like
Whenever i get the mic, it's another banger
My brain is big I'm a rapper
My bars
So smooth like soju
Big smile, no gold tooth
Strong flex like goku
That's right I told you
Your girl thinks im so cool
Go ahead and wipe off her
the bitch
I'm trynna see what's her intentions
Don't need no vouchers
Bitch I'm big nawf I'mma don
Take the troopers on a chase
This v8 full of drugs and guns
T in the spliff
Pour 3 in this bitch
Like why he shoot from the hip
Passionate but scandalous
Mr fantastic fabulous
Running through your catalog
Pass
for breakfast then I send yo' ass to work (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Big blunt of Gelato and Wedding Cake for dessert (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Said, hey, Mrs
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and it's gon' drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, Mr
Hey there, Mr., Mr. Go-Getter
Did it hurt when you fell into your six-feet dream
We missed you, now it's too late
And the world still spins without
for the 50’s
Stock ‘em and cop a Bentley
Bring the big wigs
I question what you’re here for,
Lets just grab life by the horns
Get ripped, ride hard
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
You a fiend, codeine, drink promethazine
Make it flip, Mr. Bird
Big blunt, Thicc bitch is all I need
All I need, all I, all I need
Mr. BIRD, gettin
one by one
Up the chimney
You're a vile one, Mr grinch
You're a nasty wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk mr
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Performed by Jimmy Buffett, The Great Gonzo, and Rizzo The Rat
From Kermit UnPigged - Jim Henson Records BMG Kidz.
(Talking)
Rizzo: Hey Look Gonzo,
like a big crib
I love it when you look me bad way
Then you call my demons right way
I don't even care how you see me
I been by myself sinds broke days
rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut
People, it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense
Your telephoto, break out your big
question)
[ VERSE 3: Big Roscoe & Mody ]
Big Roscoe's on his goal while I fuck around
Rippin niggas in half and tearin shit up when I go down
So let
Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster 'n you can
C'mon hoss lets have some fun
Go on shoot me with a radar gun
You look bored and I sure
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