Lyrics:
of Fame
With the forklift on the night shift on the Zion Train
Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane
When the race gets hard to run around run all through
too
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay,
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
With the forklift on the night shift on the Zion Train
Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane
When the race gets hard to run around run all through your vein
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
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
issue
MRS bLACKITT: What d'you mean?
MR bLACKITT: I could, if I wanted
Have sexual intercourse with you
MRS bLACKITT: Oh, yes, Harry
MR bLACKITT: and
By
'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home
Mrs. Mills waits down the stairs
Crimson carpet leads you there
Leaving broken hearts
A trail of those who
. Sickly Star, I wanna get sick from you
Hey, Mr. Fallen Star, don't you know I worship you?
Hey, hey, Mr. Big Rock Star, I wanna grow up just like you"
hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body and the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you (Ohh..)
[Chorus:]
Hey Mr DJ keep playin'
you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
If you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
Did I tell you everything is fine
Woo, in my mind?
So, won't you get up Oriole?
So, won't you get up Cheerios?
Wake up Mr. Radio
It's fine
Here
and didn't get rich What can I say? I still love you, you son of a bitch Norman New York's gray and cold But somehow I miss that / Norman And running
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was
Gettin
said, "Don't mind the little voices" (whoa)
What's sharper? Spikes or Mr. Carter
I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor
I pile up them
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
stood there watching
And I was hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you
Hey Mr
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
Leave blue green footprints that glow in the dark.
I hope they get home alright.
(Chorus)
Both: Hey Mr. Spaceman,
Won't you please take me along.
I won't
Oh, Mr President!
Get a tie, get a suit and tie guy
He work me from 9-5
Come home make me go na-night
Got me so high I'm seeing sky
Big man he
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit
A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you
I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Poppy, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I
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