Lyrics:
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
in me
I'm wrestling with
Mr. Sandman please stop the rain
Put me to sleep I need a rest
Mr. Sandman please stop by my pain
Bring me a dream and chase
Mr. Johnny Cage, running down the rain
Trynna chase down some girls
He is a dreamy boy
Always making noise
Too sure of himself
But a fool sometimes
feat. Lil Zane, Montell Jordan
Intro [T-Bone (Lil Zane)]
Ahh, for shiggity
Mr. Boney Bone Corleone, Lil Zane
And the one and only busta
a lil'
I'm taking flight windmill
I mean like hula hoop
The world goes 'round no cubes
I'm zooming in a tube
My gasoline is shrooms
He conocido a una
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
a cage intimately filled with rage
Living in a way in which existence is in vein
Through persistence I remain, Mr. critically acclaimed
Diligently did my
the label still coping?
Mr. More Rain with flood city soaking
She saying that my hooks Akon
My looks turn her on
If she ain't impressed by the ice, she
boy, I cup big dro sack (that's right)
Paper stack, big rain, big bling-bling
Try to take big chain, big baybay
[Skinhead Rob]
I'm goin', I'm goin', I
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
Here I stand open hands I want all of that
Painting vivid pictures influenced by old prescriptions
Of people passing
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
get picked up in a hotbox
I spend a lot on gasoline
Pass by in a beamer
Not a benzo
Smell benzine
That's right
That's a long trip
At the tankstation you
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker
As a youngster I never knew
Levels keep on rising cause in my life when it rains it pours
When I get the gasoline please don't forget the fucking torch
Distorted by night Make it
We called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, called it Helga
Codeine by the lean-a, pounds of gasoline
Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
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