Lyrics:
make 'em open they eyes, so they see how I run it
We make big waves, come and take the sun in
Know I'm Mr. MakeItHappen, babygirl, I know you love it
All
(Sam Christie)
Going away now
Going away now
Can't keep on running
But my head is out
So I'm going away now
Going away now
Going away now
I can't
know she really love me
So she has me over and she starts to rub me
Cute little bunny I slather the bitch in honey
She calls me Mr. money
I call her miss
on mind
And I got my people by my side
So don't try again
Don't try
Nah
Aye yo ..what up E
You know what I'm saying we just kickin' it
Typical shit man
My talent is so violent, never get no silence
Blocks littered with limbs, bodies
And po' sirens
Murderous wordsmith, hold the flow tyrant
Feigning
of Reggae, updated by rock influences. Deafeningly
upbeat. Can never become really popular because even though they've made the back-beat
more conventional,
by fable, till at last philosophy comes to enlighten man; and when it does finally arrive in the midst of this darkness, it finds the human mind so
share it with the crew
All my verses is electric must be sumn like pikachu
Yeah I'm alive ,caught them by surprise
Where they at ? Mina ngila ngihlezi
thesis
I can tell by the hoof prints on your face
Yeah that's where the trouble went
Go to hell, Mr. Nifkin
There's a world where you can't shape shift
today, I’ll pay the price,
I am so tied, tied in my life, I don’t know why,
Another day goes by, cause I can't remember why,
Another day goes by, cause I
I'm Mr. However-You-Want-It, baby j-j-j-j-jump on it
I ain't here to sell you dreams
Or paint you some pretty pictures
I just wanna get in those
discuss everything
You wanna do baby, over these drinks
You can tell me how you want it
Don't fight it, you can tell me how you like it
I'm Mr
Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I-Be-On-That-Block
12-07 fuck a opp
They hear my name, they see my squad
Rollin' dope up on the spot
I'm with your bitch,
this world
Into the open where it must be hurled
You know what I'm saying ?
So what Mr. Morals, if you think there's a cure
It sure won't be
credit cards at Sears
Would've stepped to her but...
[Eon]
Mr. E beat you there
Detective Dick lonely. So I'm paging up Josie
36 see's, great knees, pussy
Standin' down on Main Street across from Mr. Blues
In my faded leather jacket and my weathered Brogan shoes
A chill north wind was blowin' but
Standin' down on Main Street across from Mr. Blues
In my faded leather jacket and my weathered Brogan shoes
A chill north wind was blowin' but
weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be
Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
And when I take off, it's
Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
And when I take off, it's
weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be
Prawie nie spałem całą noc gdybym zasnął śnił by się sos
Z ziomalami słucham „the box" odrzucam tela gdy robię sztos
Portwel mi pęka gdy pije shot
so me say
Tell me say (No vanity)
Tell the other girls am sorry oh
Baby no worry oh
Money enough inna the lorry oh
Mr Girlie oh Mr Oreo
Omo you look
(Mr. Gene Poole)
Lovin' this sound comin out to yo system
I spark to get y'all off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after
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