Lyrics:
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
know
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show ya how I live in
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,
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
homie
Act like this shit don't apply to you, huh
Been in their game, look at how they do, huh
Why do yes mans start off ever sentence
With, "Dog, I
Thank you thank you Carlton
Mr Carlton Haney there doing the introduction and I really appreciate it
Would ya'll give Carlton Haney the biggest
(Wishing well, Mr. wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well)
I was standing by the
Wishing well (wishing well)
Feeling all alone and blue
I
standing there
And about by the way that you moved
I couldn't help the way I stared
There were some mysterious folks
They led me here to you
Lead me
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 a Mr. like you
That
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mom, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA"
Well, the note says, "Mrs
up round my fingers
Lil mama wet as Aquafina
Send them hoes like Angelina
Like em black
I like 'em yella
I like 'em red
I like the meat
I
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
Hey Mr. Music
Ya sure sound good to me
I can't refuse it
What got to be, got to be
Feel like dancing
Dance 'cause we are free
I got my home
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
you get sad
'Cause I'm really your dad
If you want fire with that
Invader Zim cause I'm not from this earth
I'm blocking my haters like Shaq
Look
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
comes Mr b, B 29
Here comes Mr b 29 here comes Mr b, B 29
Here comes Mr b 29
I don't want to hear about this shit
I don't want to know about your
by Mr. Flash.
"We would like to stress that these are only unconfirmed rumors, but we will
Of course bring you up-to-date news and information
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune, "Light one, pass it like a relay"
YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA
Me, Franny, and Mally Mall
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