Lyrics:
don't even know what heart is
Rejected by His own, neglected by His own
Had to give His own life so we could all live
I can't believe I complain
I wanna
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge with dem grills
So you understand I was tryna pay me
(feat. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg)
We'll like to welcome why'all back to the club
I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah!
Ya dig, club Toe Jam, is once
We'll like to welcome why'all back to the club
I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah!
Ya dig, club Toe Jam, is once again off the hook
For ladies
keep, keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know
I'm the boss
on pushin'
Keep keep on
Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
nobody really lost you
That's Mr. What's-It-To-Ya, and he knows everything
He'll ask you where you're going, he won't ask where you've been
So when
so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo’ dead homies
It's so hardto
controllin' minds like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme, I plot schemes like Stephen King and
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
Mr. Davis
One, two, three, pop, pop (okay)
Yeah (woo)
Okay, okay
The freshest rhymes you know we'll say
We'll have you all stunned and in a daze
We're qualified and certified
To rock this party, so
MR. SATELLITE TAKE FLIGHT!
Hold up!
Where you going?
Dressed like that
Imma need you to do a spin around for me real quick
GAAAAWWWWWWWDDDD
Baby
missus jumpin' ship
So watch me how I drip, so much ice you could slip
Call me Mr. Steal your girl, I got my hand around her hip
Takin' the world by storm
At the end of the day throw a kickback
Beer pong by the fire sipping cognac
Got my girl by my side where the ladies at
Working so hard all week that's an 80
side of Barn(?)
All the weak sounds can't come it
We sing, Oh Lord Mr. Kardinal style nice times twice
Red-1 on the mic device mice times two
Original
we wanted too though
We couldn't afford it
Your heroes have killed themselves yes
On purpose or by accident
Now the only ones that we have left
Are no
Whoa, maintain the status quo of
12 years a slave, 12 years to go
If your name Mr Chin, Mr Wong or Ho
Asian-American, state born and grown,
Ain't even
and leather gloves call me mr.no love
You'll be under arrest, when you grab her by the breast, tying you up for grabbing those dcups
Should of signed
though
Really could've been Mrs yo
Really could've been my Mrs Me
Things would've went so differently
Another day that I'm contemplating on conversating
bout you
looking for a hook up
but a hot up wont do
better look to the bright side
no more mr nice guy
getting hi
time pass by
they looking up
BEAUTIFUL GHETTO
By TUCK 88
Featuring: MR. CHENJERAI
Additional vocals by: N'DEA, FATNICE & MING XIA
VERSE ONE: TUCK 88
Look, I was eleven when
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