Lyrics:
to g-e-t me
Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d
Fuckin' around with the B-i-g
They'll be in a g-r-a-v-e
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass
on me
Know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way
I'm in the zone by the way
And You can call me
Mr. get em gone by the way
I did it
the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they
Been in the gym
But you
so tired
Of your shit
Along with everything else baby
Mr. Wankerman you got no respect for your lady and you're selfish
Yes you are, yes you are
can't see you, now I can't feel you
I wanna forgive you, RIP Sir B, RIP big bro
Look at me light up in your name
Look at me pour up in your name
Now tell
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B
You still stuck around and stayed by my side
What really hurt me is I broke your heart
Baby, you a good girl and I had no right
I really wanna
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 2]
I used to get dissed by
want
And I want it now
I want you, 'cause I'm Mr. Vain"
I know what I want
And I want it now
I want you, 'cause I'm Mr. Vain
Call me raider, call
you wanna go that route
Say you must be crazy (hey girl you must have giddy)
To still want to be my lady, yeeeah (mr lover, come back to me, ha)
Have an eggroll, Mr Goldstone
Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair
Have a spare rib, Mr.Goldstone
Any spare that I can spare I'll be glad
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
what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!
Who is Mr Brown? I want to know now!
He is nowhere to be found
From
you, Mrs. Santa Claus
An' I'll be home before it's Christmas day"
Now all the elves that make the toys for Santa Claus
Spend their one night off
want
And I want it now
I want you, 'cause I'm Mr. Vain"
I know what I want
And I want it now
I want you, 'cause I'm Mr. Vain
Call me raider, call
is NFTs and Cryptos
I can never be a Crip, though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's
Chuck?
Yeah
Hey man, let's get you out the rain
Good
for the big time
Someday I'm going to be in big time news
Don't have to take it when you're big time
Someday you'll call me Mr. Big Time too
In
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in
When the sun shines we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
You can stand under my umbrella
Ella, ella, eh
(Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?)
Mr Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin
(Where he be found?)
In the coffin where there is
Three crows
Yo
Am back in business goddamn it
Versatile Biatch
Shad out Twist
Has anybody seen Mr Rockson
Uh uh uh uh
Have you seen mister?
Have you seen him?
cool everybody wanna be like
Mr. Montauk he's gonna take you for a ride
Mr. Montauk; give you the ride of your life
Mr. Montauk he's gonna take you for
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
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