Lyrics:
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
he's goin' home)
Mr. Jones, please pick up the telephone
(It's too late, he's goin' home)
Mr. Jones, I need you, Mr. jones
(It's too late, they're goin'
Right now we both know
We're Marina Del Ray
Planes gonna fly away
And you'll be on it
And by this time tomorrow
I'll be singing yesterday
excuse me Mr.
But 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
am
Catch me if you can
Hey, hey Mr. Policeman
I got a 75 Firebird trans am
With a 455 up under the hood
Me and my brother got it runnin' good
Wake up
at the whiz, what?
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Uh, bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come
forgot and Mrs. Monroe was freed.
But the world and I soon carried on another Saturday night.
But the world and I soon carried on an endless Saturday
can bitch
Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul
By dropping names
I don't
Well, Saturday night at 8 o'clock
I know where I'm gonna go
I'm gonna pick my baby up
And take her to the picture show
Everybody in the neighborhood
You know what I'm sayin'?
8 It's all good baby, baby, check it
9 It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in
I said I'd call sometime
No I think I just said I might
'Cause I was cool as Colorado
Mr. Saturday Night
We're talkin' shades on
Leanin'
Well, it's Saturday night and I just got paid,
Fool about my money, don't try to save,
My heart says go go, have a time,
'Cause it's Saturday
Spent Saturday's black and blue
But it was what I love to do
And it was more than just a game
It was my life and it was fun
Another season of my
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead vocals by Dennis DeYoung
I remember Christopher
such a man
so brave and tall
he took the baby Jesus
in his
bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by
can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by dropping names
I
a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush
bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by
mr rabbit, mr rabbit
your coat is mighty grey
yes, bless god it's made that way
every little soul must shine
every little soul must shine
mr
make him one of the in group when he's out
Thank you Mr. Fousman
One other announcement. Please hold your seats until released by the officer
And then go
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
I guess I should've known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last
See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out
I know it's a drag, I know it's a grind
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
Just trying to keep up with the Joneses at the end of the block
I
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