Lyrics:
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
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,
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
Getting out of hand and
Now we're going to go there (Yeah)
Walk my way, Mrs All American
Say my name, no need to pretend
Don't be shy, Mrs All American
her by the hand and guide her to my arms somehow
Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her
I need that woman's love to set me free
Mr. Lovemaker,
don't believe you ought to be bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that
working round the clock
Would buy me a big house in the 'hood
With cigarette ads on every block
Who told me Mr. Man
That I got a right to moan?
How
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair
(Praswell up in here, haha)
Lil' Base sittin' up here on the bass (Refugees up in here)
While I'm on this, I got my girl L (ah, ah)
One time (one time),
planned this, it's getting out of hand
And now we're gonna go there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk my way
Mrs All American
Say my name
No need to pretend
On a tropic sea sand
If your hand's in my hand
I won't be blue
Way up on a mountain
Way down in a valley
I know I'll be happy
Any place anywhere
I
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
back to Mulingburg County
Down by the green river where paradise lay
He said, "I'm sorry my son but yer too late in askin'
Mr. Peabodys' coal train has
rid of me
Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo
I know what your thinkin' yeah me too
Okay,
believe you oughta be a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
in the back with their heads on the floor
Surrounded by their buddies, they're all hollerin' for more
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It's Mr. B's ballroom
think, perhaps, sir
You will have to make up your mind
To abide by the rules of this house that is
If you want the job
I started work on the script
I
.
Just take a look around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
And you're givin'
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
But one little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
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