Lyrics:
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
a queen with some large tits
You, Scratchator, and Spliff put it down every night, and
If Spliff can't go, Big Tigger be the hypeman
No? Then tell me
Big dog status, all these women call me e Mr. Popular
Big dog status, all these ladies call me Mr. Popular
Big dog status, all these hoes call me Mr
But you keep, tellin' us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin'
a big fat fuck!!!
Cartman: Hey!
Mr. Mackey: I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
Cartman: He is a very distrubed little boy.
Ms.
Hello, my name is not Mr. Right
But you can be my Mrs. tonight
I know we're only fooling around,
I'm never gonna be your Mr. Right
But I'ma be
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
counting big bands
Big B on the back of my new pants
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
lack, melanin's my evidence
In order to effective, with your words you must be selective
'Cause showin' and provin' is the Prime Directive
Movin'
Begonias are pretty as can be
Mrs. Jones Begonias have been crushed
By you and me
Mrs. Jones Begonias are pretty as can be
Mrs. Jones Begonias have been
Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Mr. Watson when you see me nice
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
with her
Listen to the sound, air freshener
Pen on the page, things I've seen
Give a big smile, ha ha ha
Take U-turn B.R.B
Baby baby, B.I.G
Give a big
Heard he in that pen, I got some boys that kill you locked up
Aye, I'm Mr. Big Killer H-M, put two up on that M, bitch I'm a gang member
Aye, I just can't
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
Hey, Mr. Man, you know our Galaxy's wide
Stop letting your eyes be blocked by pride
Hey, Mr. Man, your Cosmos is askew
Hating me, though I've got nothing
you get me
Don't get offended by this, I love all the girls
Slim, tall, fat, short, you're all beautiful you get me, haha, let's go
Small yansh, big
rolled up
you probably got a caddy player
but mine be smoked up
(Mr. G'stacka)
I'm slangin dem keys pickin up G's rolling through the gump
I know
Industries Mr. Mooks
You're at the highest place that you can be in Chuckle City
Well I don't really give a fuck about that
I just want you to sit down
So we
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
feel like its too late
Like in life you’ve got to make it by some magical date
I’ve got girl problems starting with you know who
The rest are either
Try get them bands the rock stars
Tryna get lit like the pop stars
Fucking hoes cause' I ain't found one to stop for
You was fam what you fuckin with
no harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I'm still an exception
And you want a piece of me
I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich
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