Lyrics:
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President
You and your friends you all are crooks
Sellin out the poor man
The soldiers lives are took
I can't see no
Like Rashford, I put one to your head
I like beef but I'm tired of steak
Only food that I need is the bread
Heard your girl got cake so I might just link
they treat you on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
Real life and in the bank, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand (in my hand)
Load up
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like you
That puts the rest of us
pickin' up her
And I never got past what you put me through
But it's wonderful to see that it never phased you
Hello Mr. "Perfectly fine"
How's your
mess with her knowing that we don't belong
I'm Mr Wrong no more love then heartbreak shit
I pulled out my dick I told her just come and sit
Put
catch a groove)
Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover
Chorus
Shaggy (Janet):
Girlie, girlie
You woke up a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
I live to make your beat
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like you
That puts the rest of us
you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like you
That puts the rest of us to shame
It's a Mr. like you
That puts
muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
on the back, she says I'm Mr. Ro
Smooth, just like the silk
Soft and cuddly hug me up like a quilt
I'm a lyrical lover
No take me for no filth
With my
cool because I know he get drunk and act a damn full if you relate to what I am saying homie stand up thank God we all save put your hand up
Hey y’all
on the back, she says I'm Mr. Ro
Smooth, just like the silk
Soft and cuddly hug me up like a quilt
I'm a lyrical lover
No take me for no filth
With my
Yo
I will tell 4 stories in this song, listen carefully
Sitting in the first class was the lad called Julien
He passed maths, and put his hand up
muthafuckers!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to
Mothafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
without your lil' someone
Ain't it good to know that its good to be in love
Step to the left step to the right
Put your hands up from side to side
the same, yeah
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Yeah, okay
Growin' up in
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
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