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Mrs mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
She let me hit, straight from the back
And oh, I think I love that bitch
I think I love that bitch
I
What's wrong with the world today?
Things just got to get better
Sho' ain't what the leaders say
Maybe we should write a letter
Dear Mr. Man
homie, Sean Deah (Hawaii Mike)
What up, baby? There from day one!
Can't forget K.T., Alazay, the whole Raw Dough Brackets
(Mr. Perry), The Pack, even
to remind myself to get myself a fix
[Chorus]
Hey Mr. Smiley
And I'm feeling ten feet tall
Bye Mr. Smiley
You got to go now, they just called, they
The goonies got hoodies and money, Frank Lucas a role model
Hit 'em and hit 'em and lick 'em up and go get your own bottle
See, my lil' nigga keep that mask
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest
Xenophobia or general disinterest
I must catch up with all this stuff
They call me
Mr. Lincoln I wish you were here.
The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years.
And I don't think it's working like you planned.
Oh, Mr Lincoln,
all about that paper, can't miss a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
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
all about that paper, can't miss a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put
bread nigga
Hey, I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let
nothing new
Mr. Maple gets up early every morning cooks his breakfast all alone the house is cold
He needs a woman's hand to comfort him in his
Man, whatever
Dre, just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit
Man, whatever
Dre, just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit
ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb why'knowhutI'msayin'? Mr Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
I'll get you more,
But you have gotta pay me by the hour".
Anyways you are just another bore
Who believes he's a superpower.
When you talk about
apart
So, I buy a round and shut it down and never leave alone
But when Sunday comes, they get up and they go
That's why they call me Mr. Saturday
and, ugh
"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Go have another
get a trifle weary
With mr. einstein's theory,
So we must get down to earth at times:
Relax, relieve the tension.
And no matter what
miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whole click'll still get treated shitty
Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up I'm tired
Just
love for my dogs but never for these girls
It's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the world
But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy
Saw my pops get killed in front of me
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