Lyrics:
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something
'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home
Mrs. Mills waits down the stairs
Crimson carpet leads you there
Leaving broken hearts
A trail of those who
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line,
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
Night
Saturday Night Fun
Lets all have one hell of a night
While the night is young
Not saying goodnight
Not saying goodnight
We party til the sun
And by
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
When I had shit a couldn’t sell he brought me back the cheese
Mr. Re-Up and Grind Harder he got it for cheap
I’m on my grind every day of the week I be
infects the Civil Service.
Lichen on the...N
I used to have this thing about Link Wray
I used to play him every Saturday
God bless Saturday
God
"For the benefit of Mr. Ki-"
"Iced water"
"Okay, men, let's go, light's on"
One, two, one, two, three, four
For the benefit of Mr. Kite
Cut his hand from pickin' berries
He came runnin', cryin', to Mr. Jones.
CHORUS
I'm in trouble, come and get me Mr. Jones
You're the only one to help
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
Right away
I need the cheque to clear
Right away
I'm living it up and it's like
Every day
We killin the game it's clearer then
Night and day
We going
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
Know I need you by my side, in my mind where you reside
The truth is Saturday night got us striving, Sunday night we undivided
Wonder what I get for
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
what I'm sayin'
Every one of my last side hogs been hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me havin'
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
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