Lyrics:
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I
hand
Roll it up and pass it, as I cruise through traffic
Slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic
I'm super seedin' my quota, out collectin'
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
Phone Dial
Jiby
Ugh
Ahh
Shut up shut up
Ahhh
Umm (picks up phone)
Jello Jiby speaking
Mr. Mooks
Jibyyyyyyy
Ahhhhh
What did you do
Jiby
I have no idea
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
energy up in my dojo
Lately been spending more time at the range
I feel like I could shoot way from the logo
No time to go back & forth like a lil yoyo
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
. smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
take my neck off if you taking my chain
I be goin crazy swear to god ain't sane
17 up in the nin thing all bald heads mr clean
Head shot now he
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on ya
So I smile for the cameras and hide from the reporters
Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my
Baccwood 7grams 30 laying in the blam
By myself is how I stand I dont need a nigga hand
Im da muthafuccn man
Mr do what I want niggas do what they can
Higher
Lil one got the dough bar in front of your mama house up in your block
Lil one got the 44 cocked
Lil one ??? even no pops
So lil one don't give em
[Chorus: Mr. Lil One]
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, comin in stalkin
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, still shit talkin
[2x]
[Mr. Lil
his luck
Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But to get there he will need a helping hand
It's where he is
And help him with his luck
Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But to get there he will need a helping hand
.
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'
Bitch I'm Mr. Geeked Up, Mr. Urkel
Mister Mister, The Color Purple
Mr., how you pop them adderalls and got 'em turnt up
Mr., gotta keep it quiet,
pressed now
Met the real Drama, a let down
They look at me like a check now
Used my head, I'm the best hands down
I'm the one fuck up they plans now
face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
I
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
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
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