't want to hear about your Mr. Right 'Cause he's out of town tonight Baby, come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong Where I come from they call me Mr. Wrong
翻訳: クラッカー. 間違った氏.
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell is this?) Mr., Mr
go Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr
own dick How the game go? Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into yard fish Mr., Mr
whole crew yellow like mustard packs Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rap games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr
a good gangsta nigga, blow a stack up Time still movin and shit, stay on the grind, it's just excuses Girls lookin at you, you useless (word?) When everything is wrong
muthafuckin rockhouse And I'm, hopin one of y'all can help me out, see My brother's a basehead and I gotta get him Before Mr. Dopeman kill him (kill
more rap acts Who?s had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career, typical manure Movin' past that Mr. 'Kiss his ass crack'
only producer that feel like fuck rappers Only backpacker with a chip like hackers Only Michael Richardson, only much blacker So if he say nigger, then I'ma say cracker
Equipped with the hatchet attachment I slay Break bones and like snap necks like Chun Li with a krumatie Full contact tracks cracks and amplified cramps
real man, you spazzin' dun There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run You know we family like Crack and Pun But Mr. JFK, state
me mr.officer I dare you, check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too. You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack
thigh and leg, Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um. I'm the sickest nigga doin it, Bet that baby. These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby,
Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug love Yo, hey yo, uhh Yo, yo, yoyo, uhh Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin' dubs, Mr. Superthug
are determined I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realized my world is wrong My world is gone
tell me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u? "fuck is wrong wich you?" bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you? "fuck is wronge wich
found in the bar of a limosuine The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin' Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn
