band slows down, then let's get the hell out of this bar, Mr. whoever you are ...Mr. whoever you...are... Mr. whoever you are... hey Mr...whoever you are
And the band slows down Then let's get the hell out of this bar Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are Aw Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are
Translation: Tim Mcgraw. Mr. Whoever You Are.
's even madder (You god damn right!) Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad? Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you Yeah
wanna make you better I think I can save you, but I think I'm bi-polar I love you, then I hate you Crew from this dame, I hate whoever ain't you Hate
, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter What up street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz Fuck sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (Yeah) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You
thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "
up Some niggas with our shirts on An work yall (chorus) x2 An there you have it westside connect gang members Who bangin affiliets what ever you want to call em You
light, hate in the dark You call it beef, to me it's just a fuckin' walk in the park Because you are who you are when nobody is lookin' That's who you are
they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death
(Are you ready?) Watch Yeah Watch E get Swift (Are you ready, ready, ready, ready? Hey, listen to the man) Now what you just saw is probably funky to you
your eyes blacked up With your candy-ass name you're a candy-ass rapper I'll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper Whoever said you was raw, son
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want to make you better I think I could save you But I think I'm bipolar. I love you then I hate you. Grew with this dame though I hate whoever aint you