Lyrics:
and go
I know you don't really love me darlin'
Ya out ballin' Mr. So-and-So
let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when
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
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
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
"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
Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream
If the business stays
would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Ha, I don't know, it's just the way I am
I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish
would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Ha, I don't know, it's just the way I am
I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish
lil nigga?
Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas
And we the shit lil niggas
I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas
And your Rolex tick lil nigga
Oh, hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by
to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught
that my head
is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace
the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
I met him in
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else
I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin'
I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
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
counting big bands
Big B on the back of my new pants
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all
you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
'Cause if you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It was a golden moment golden moment (golden moment)
In the history of TV news
No one could explain it
It just got great reviews
"Hey Mr. Clean
It was a golden moment golden moment (golden moment)
In the history of TV news
No one could explain it
It just got great reviews
"Hey Mr. Clean
Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream
If the business stays
then gets ruined by you fucking slobs
It's classical, anyway
I can't help it, it makes me so sick
Over and over, it sits stiff
Bound with no
ever find one let me know
Cause I had one I foolishly let go
Mr. Right, Mr. Right
I was so wrong
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