Lyrics:
or discipline/ he was bigger than me/ n white by the way/ oh yeah I was the only black kid in the classroom again okay/ back to the teacher for the times I was in
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
packs
Them chubby black kids eating Lil Debbie snacks
Put your fist in the air and let's take a stand
No Mr. officer, I don't wanna shake your hand
[Incomprehensible]
You look so good girl
I had to go and ask something to you
You so damn fine
Shawty, where you from?
Oh, who me?
Shawty, I'm from the south side
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Oh youse a ball in the White House, I
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV
Oh Mr. Man upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care
lil' bitch, she love the murder
She shoot bitches too (She the murder)
I finessed 'em, damn I blessеd 'em
(Shoo) , Mr switch-a-roo (Switch-a-roo)
Ooh (O
a hundred thousand in the cake, oh my
I think I might flip into the ocean
Press the pedal of the M3, yellow
Soundin' like explosions, baby girl, don't play
that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)
So-so
I did this last year right?
'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go
Me in the scene, I'm makin? that cream
Them haters always say,
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
Oh, hey, Mr. Man, listen to my Song
Don't you understand, we can both belong
I may seem strange, a bit out of place
But in this Grand Cosmic Race,
oh, well
Under my coat where the tool at
If you want smoke, we can do that (on God)
And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that
Ayy, look how he dance,
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
'm player babe by far, but ain't no G'n you
Ion normally beer drink, but I need a brew
I thought you had a lil class, but you needed school
I figured, oh how
motherfucking faces off
Remix
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid
motherfucking faces off
Remix
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid
you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Oh, play
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
flex, a young nigga flex
(we is) a young nigga flex (a what?)
A young nigga flex, a young nigga flex
(oh man god damn)
I'm smokin' on dope, I don't stress
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