Lyrics:
and Mr. Clyde
I made a joke about Lucky Strikes that I never should've used
Their patience was proportional to the shortness of their fuse
Bonnie's
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Went from Mr. 305 (Dade County)
To Mr. Worldwide (all around the word), ayy, ayy
Now we're international, so international (oh, yeah)
you're sunkissed
Everythin' about you’s a ten
Long hair with the light-brown eyes
That Fashion Nova lookin’ good on them thick
Thick thighs
Take your time
Went from Mr. 305 (Dade County)
To Mr. Worldwide (all around the word), ayy, ayy
Now we're international, so international (oh, yeah)
grenadier with a wink and a leer enquired her name and abode
And he felt as grand as a lord of the land with the girls along the road
Mr. Brown and his
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
perfectly natural, only take a couple minutes
Oh, I would be scared
Alright, I'll tell you what
Listen to this
Whenever life get you down, Mrs. Brown
throbbin from the head noddin
And we about puttin you out for the count like mic check,
You ain't gonna get Certified respect
So hide your decks, ya mics I
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
and browns ain't living as well
All things ain't pink brah
The grass gets greener
Sub-Zero MK not arenas
Always against the greys says Mr Niggatina
With
coming around
Bumping the brown royal comp from odm from the brown
And he told me one of the tracks about some vato he knew
He used to party all around
us
with you by my side on this long journey long ride
where the sun shines till eternity (an eternity)
baby I'm for real Mr. Capone-E (Mr. Capone-E)
on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night
take it right back
Got your Mrs dribbling, I’m dressing up in all black
I mean all grey, that’s what I meant to say
Don’t own glasses, but I know about
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