Lyrics:
"Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you want to take bath?"
"I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main..."
"What
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
know what I come here for!
Bang, bang, I used to shoot you down
Call me the iPod King haha
Call me Mr thanksgiving
"Dedication 2, " that’s right
Call me
'Cos if you knew what I'm goin' Through you'd know That there's one thing wrong With the way I'm living Ain't got no Josie no-more Hey mr
and go
I know you don't really love me darlin'
Ya out ballin' Mr. So-and-So
But you already know I got it, you know what I'm sayin'
Lil' Mexico, what's poppin'?
The Wizrd, top shotta
I had to smash lil' shawty with my
these rappers from the desert shopping at devens 7-Eleven slurp the boss disco cross yeah they diamonds watch them gloss plump on a mission what you want
all on ya
Get up out this club
Slide with ya boy
We can do what you wanna, Yeah
Baby I brought you in the back cause you need a lil' persuasion,
Plus
that you are better cause you gwan boasty
I've got to keep on moving so them can't hold me
Di man shot the sheriff and him spare the deputy
Mr
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga
No socks
Mr. Bassman
I'm asking just on thing
Will you please teach me
Yeah, the way you sing
'Cause Mr. Bassman
I want to be a bassman too
Bah b b bha b
twenty
"I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?"
He said, "Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse"
My palms were
a man six feet in a hole
Mr. the Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it
And that's the end of the song
I've got to keep on moving so them can't hold me
Di man shot the sheriff and him spare the deputy
Well, Mr. Marley, them know your name
Ragamuffin Mr
you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
'Cause if you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin
got love sure 'nough, that's enough
You're all, you're all I need to get by
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Tammi, listen
Like an eagle protects his
what you want
And you got the lust
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the streets
Blood on the rocks
Blood in
floor
Then a body asks a body
"What's a swing band for?"
Oh baby, I don't want you
To croon soft and mellow
Let me warn you in advance
Sing me
get hit by the punchline
In everything I do, I see a little bit of you
Reminding me of what you put me through
'Cause everything that goes up must
floor
Then a body asks a body
"What's a swing band for?"
Oh baby, I don't want you
To croon soft and mellow
Let me warn you in advance
Sing me
Mama told me everything about
Not about Mr. Bootsey Whitelaw
He was tall, big and tan
I tell you he was a hell of a good looking thing
Between his
It's the holiday remix
Ah-ah
Think I only want you under my mistletoe
I might change your contact to has a huge North Pole (baby)
You said you
Why you actin' all sweet?
I know that you want lil' ol me
I get a little OD
But ain't shit new to a freak
Lemme drop bands, put a jewel in your
Ain't got no
Hey, hey, Mr. Cop
What ya sayin' down there?
Hey, hey, Mr. Cop
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
[Repeat: x2]
I rebel
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