Lyrics:
Cracker Mr Wrong

'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

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

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

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

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'

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

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

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

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