Lyrics:
In December, the rains came one
Great big package, over-sized
Just like everything else in California
And it came right through
The roof of my room
the beatles or the sun god
Well it really doesn't matter
What religion you choose
And be thankful little mrs. graceful
You know that livin' could be tasteful
We
dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah
Oh
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool
from strangers
So I won't slack
And I know my nigga Mike like that (this time around, yeah)
Baby
He really thought he really had a control of me
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
and Mr s-K-I
It's Mr ski and Dr dre
Can't stop this maniacal individual
To start showin' level
With 70 on your digital
I'm tryin' to take over shit like
I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
Cause it's a mr. like you
a girl in a uniform
After the game she was mine, young, wild and free
Yeah old Mr. Gentry was pretty cool he said "son, I know where I'd be
And what I
at the alter when a nigga really dead
Everytime I'm tryin to leave she beggin me to stay
And I politely fade away like my name was MJ
And she wrote me a note,
and stress
Like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr. G to me?
I hope that through the static you show what's the clarity
'Cause
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
the moon this afternoon
Told secrets on you
I believe to be true
I'm in the company of cowards
I'm in the company of me and you
I saw you with Mr. Struggle
no care
Like I make that back, fuck it I make that back
(Ugh nice watch, ugh nice watch
Ugh nice watch. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Hello, Mr. Nice Watch)
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play and she said
Mom, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA
Well the note said mrs johnson
pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that sh- was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your
like it dark
Try the financier
Peak of his career
That looks pretty rank
Well, he drank
It's a bank
Cashier
Last one really sold
Wasn't
see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way
Now I was bouncing through
had a thing to say
Since the girl left its all gone bad
What are we gonna do
It's gonna be all right
Come on Mr Lonely man
I could really use
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
There's a Skoal can
Batty ya'll
Mr Batty
Mr Batty ya'll
Mr Batty scares the hell out of me
He makes me feel like I'm a little flea
Mr Batty's gonna eat me up
I could fit
back those car keys
Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
back those car keys
Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
Don't pull me over Mr. officer
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
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