Lyrics:
Margo wants the mustard
Yeah, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then she'll spread it on her life
Margo wants the mustard
Yeah, she'll
Too old, too old, he's too old
To cut the mustard anymore.
Well, when I was young I had a lotta pep
I could get around I didn't need no help
Too old, too old, he's too old
To cut the mustard anymore.
Well, when I was young I had a lotta pep
I could get around I didn't need no help
Too old, too old, he's too old
To cut the mustard anymore.
Well, when I was young I had a lotta pep
I could get around I didn't need no help
It's been a long time, a time I shouldn't left you
Without a Mustard beat to step to
Flex to, let loose, finesse to
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga,
Ayy Mustard, tell these niggas "catch up"
Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it)
Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it)
Tatted
as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the pennant
makes me sick"
He's too old, too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
He's a-gettin' too old, he's done got too old
He's too old to cut
Too old too old he's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Well when I was young I had a lotta pep I could get around I didn't need no help
But since
Too old too old he's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Well when I was young I had a lotta pep I could get around I didn't need no help
But since
makes me sick"
He's too old, too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
He's a-gettin' too old, he's done got too old
He's too old to cut
as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the pennant
makes me sick"
He's too old, too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
He's a-gettin' too old, he's done got too old
He's too old to cut
I know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
Og Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little
give up, don't you give in)
Faith
All you need is the size of a mustard seed
Single black parent from Compton raising children of four
That's four
said sure but before we do
There's something that you should know
I like
Liquor and whores
Liquor and whores
Cigarettes and dope and mustard
Mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust 'em
Rotate 'em, all these hoes on shuffle
Money team, got a whole M in a duffel
Bitch got the nerve to say she
Hot dogs ain't they very good
Hot dogs yes they're very good
Hot dogs but it's understood
with the mustard and the relish and the pickles too
Hot
men nigga that's a noo noo,
Got ya girl bouncin' on my dick like a lo-low,
Mustard on the beat, mustard get a fuckin' check,
I got bitches, take bitches
as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the planet
as can be
We like our dogs with mustard and relish
We got a great pitcher what's his name
Well we can't even spell it
We don't worry about the planet
Hot dogs ain't they very good
Hot dogs yes they're very good
Hot dogs but it's understood
with the mustard and the relish and the pickles too
Hot
Mustard on the beat ho
We in the club shit's packed
If it ain't Roset then we send that shit back
Roll it up, we smoke back to back
Don't act up
the Bentley mustard (skrr)
I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah)
Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah)
Cut the pork, drop the top, then