after bottle She say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow (we gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away) Ah Mr. Rose Raw 2 piece suit
start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz
that?" I threw that bitch back on my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and
to that logo That horse is just so Bubba that means rural like you don't know Regardless though I'm gon' glow even in my birthday suit And when it comes
't you smell? Life is hell, till you drop a gem Now Bubba got hoes, jocking him Not 'cuz he cute, 'cuz he got that loot Wear polo suits and that's hot
shake it girl suit me right Looks like U can do it all night Put U on my first class flight Thats y they call me Mr. Farenheit. The way U shake it girl suit
that use motors Round the maypole A-hole! We tiptoed into the studio a smidgen past noon Mr. Sparrow, a pidgeon, and Suits the baboon An animal orchestra if you please Suits
use motors Round the maypole A-hole! We tiptoed into the studio a smidgen past noon Mr. Sparrow, a pidgeon, and Suits the baboon An animal orchestra if you please Suits
me I don't know you and no I don't owe you a mutha' fuckin' thing I'm not Mr. N SYNC I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly I can be a
Man, they don't understand I'm just a sick man Now everybody's pissed at me like it's my fault This name rhymes with so many different words, geez So one last time, Mr
conductor, instructor, Mr. Castro Take a look at your syllabus You are required to be plushed out and dip daily Guess, army suits, Timbs, Lugz, whatever
plane flyin, '05 Range drivin If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap" It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new
of the window and blazin Is your house shakin who's inside nigga, it's funeral time nigga They die from straight hits, pride wasted Cry your face, I ain't your suit
it I'd be last so I ought to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can
bloody war, in the rules of engagement Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth Justice, in the mind of a gangsta [Bun B] Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you
bed, an hour later People be talkin', I feed dolphins My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office My skills is a fortune, Robbin' Leech out a suite
like dat, now dig [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr
you a few words about my son Please take a few moments and listen I hope you gain something from it, thanks As a child Christopher was outspoken When it suited