Lyrics:
sing together, with joy and with pride,
About raw raw Mr. Lion, who's always by our side.
With a roar that's so loud, and a spirit that's so high,
He's
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
Mrs. Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be Donny.
He
when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll
Excuse me Mr.
Do you have the time
Or are you so important
That it stands still for you
Excuse me Mr. won't you
Lend me your ear
Or are you
Let me show you, the rhyme
Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses
And so does Mrs justice by her side
Both the broads are blind as bats
Stumblin
of the late night shifts
You see me
She trying to be in the club twerkin, twerkin, twerkin
All up on this dick (ooh)
Yeah, so Mr. Manager
This is my two weeks
Don't get confused by an early morning rain
Cause the panda club has an odds on bet
Mr. music man needs a string quartet
On the planet where
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
through a run down rust belt plant
And I can't wait to head on home, so I can take my gal to dance
How I'll take my gal to dance
You know I'll take my
getting dark by the day and I'm getting weak
'Cause I'm new, I'm not where the stars be
They chase dreams together like a slumber party
And now I'm on my
taking none of your lies as facts
I deserve better, so so much better
Mr, Mr, Mr yeah
Better lead us correctly
Better lead us correctly (repeat)
I’m
pack more
Oh Mr. Shaw always wanted one drag more
Well he could always be seen
With a nicotine stain upon his lips
And you could see him at night
By
When the shark bites, with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears Mac Heath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr
real hip-hop shit
Yo, yo yo, mayday mayday, mayday mayday
Walk barefoot on niggaz like Kunta Kinte
(so, what you say?) what is you doin' you walkin'
at the mall
(Or it's) or it's sippin' at the bar
All these dates and phone conversations - we doing it all for what
When you're Mrs. Right, it's always Mrs
give a little all the time
So why am I diggin' you?
Until any signs are a sign
Well, I know
That I should know by now because you're just
That kinda
lonely
It's not easy to fall in love
So I pray to God above
"Lord, I need a helping hand"
Hey Mr. DJ, play this song
I felt lonely for so long
This
My baby, she may not look
Like one of those bunnies out of the Playboy book
Well, I'm sorry bout that, Mr. Williams
But she's got something,
we're all in Space
You're orthodox, a pillar of your Creed
I'm a Space-alien, or so you've decreed
By the way, Mr. Man, you've got it all wrong,
Ya neighborhood dope peddler,Mr. go getta
Mr. tote two barrettas, cause Mr. Don’t know no bettas
Mr. Dope spitta, Mr. hoe getta
Everybody love
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
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