Lyrics:
'm about to sign you up
We can get right, before the night is up
We can get right, right
We can get right, right
(We can get right)
I'm about to fill
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
I need yall to call up
Roll up
Get high to the sky
Lets hear from one of our callers, caller whats ya name and where ya from?
--Caller 1--
Aye whats
'm from, I get more props than the president,
'cause when a nigga gets killed, I'm the evidence.
So it's 1-8-7 all day.
Niggas don't understand, I'm a G.
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
To the status of an Al Capone
Mr big 6 in the game of bones
But you know what they say what
Goes up must come down
So just peep what I speak as
You focus
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
throw it up an get funky
I got that Wayne rims, Winnie the Pooh and Mr. Miyagi
And horse tranquilizers that will fuck up your body
The wolves out hunting
to tell'em hey Mr. DJ
Can you play my favorite song? (will you play my favorite?)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make it out the hood someday
all)
The highest elevation 'cause we above (I need)
All that romance crap, just show your love (to get by)
You're all
Suck up on these
You're all
for so long
Love gets tainted and all seems the same
I guess it's unbelievable
Someone could love you like this
Well time ain't no object and money
I dance in my underpants
I'm gonna run for government
I'm gonna form a covers band and all
A-back there by the baby grand
Did Mr. Winter
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I'm Mr. Perfect
My prices high as a kite but I'm worth it
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Every day I
One little Christmas tree was standing alone
Waiting for someone to come by
One little Christmas tree that never had grown
Cried as he looked up
this
[Chorus: x2]
[Nas]
Can I talk to you Mr. President
Niggas trying to get with the computers
We ain't John Henry
Banging down machines
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep
Honey, I just got a long memory that's all.
Dearie, do you remember when we
Stayed up all night to get
Pittsburgh on a crystal set
Keystone movies,
well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
fuck y'all
Really though, it's Death Row, nigga
You better ask somebody
You really better ask somebody
(Get out, get out, I don't love you no more)
feel good being Mr. Start Again
Yeah, it must feel good being Mr. Start Again
Don't get up
Yeah, it must feel good being Mr. Start Again
dress you chose
So I can put on, put on my matching suit
All the real guys hold your hands up
You know how Mr Goodnight do it
[Chorus]
I love you
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