Lyrics:
Cas Sis V de pan de mike I beg you keep up the pace
And who a star wid Mr T it's Hannibal, Murdock and face
I'm sure you noticed on the mike that
And pulled out a wad of dubs
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin' like a ho
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
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
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
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
comes Mrs. Hairy Legs
I saw Elvis Presley walk out of a Seven Eleven
And a woman gave birth to a baby and then bowled .257
The excess of fat on your
* she vocalize during interludes with no discernable words
Common... Common...
[Common]
Yeah, yeah
Hi-Tek
[Verse One]
Free the rhyme or risk
run into her flowers
Disappear with magic powers
She'd come out to say, "Hi, Alec!"
She never said my name right
But she probably couldn't hear
Years
it's not
I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
Clown, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs,
can't even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the roads
Take whatever you can, girl
Leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
Warhol must be laughing in his grave
And the dogs are on the road
We're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by
With no number plates
And here comes
just fine by me
Now, when she kicks off her shoes
You know she'll solve the mystery
She's like Mrs White
Rockin' the convervatory
She's my cherry
Mr. Lover,
Mr. Lover,
Mr. Lover
Uh, uh, well
Sugar
Here's another one
And another day
Move to this, let me see you jump and twist
Pump
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
You see me running but you don't know what
I'm running from
My own weakness
Come on, I've got to speak this truth
When I'm losin' my direction
I
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
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
all you see is dollar signs
(She blinded by the streets)
Yeah
Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
me back home by early
So when mi come through she haffi undress me
cnd if I do am bad, she go know
But if I do am bad, the world go know
Say bad
(Keith, Skeoch, Hannon, Luccketta)
She comes on softly as she moves across the room before me
I can't resist, I'm hypnotized, I'm surrounded by her
day
About a rock 'n' roll weekend
And the girl in the front of the room
So close yet so far, you know she never seemed to notice
That this silly
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like
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