I got it They call me mr. negativity call it how I see yes I'm back in the vicinity Bringing what you need plus all of the amenities not what you consider thee running the mill
Keep it coming. Oh Yah. Keep it coming. Keep it coming. Keep it coming. yo my brothers and me are broke as bums on side of da freeway Singing hey Mr.
keep on pushin', keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin', keep, keep on Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow They call me Mr
then 'em all flick we move. More pits that mr Cool aint sweet cool. Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about. Make the babies go HEY , and the mammies
if we smoke this blunt outside? Cuz' it's nice out and we could get high Yea the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right We outside, We outside (Hey, Hey, Hey
burns eternal All aboard on my train to fame Rappers hoping that it'd rain, trying to stop the game But rain can't stop me, I got a coat in the crib Hey
dem try but dem still lose di case Gale seh di bwoy ah walk wid form massy face Blow up pon Mill ah dweet, ah lick Patsy base (Hey!!!) Move, pon yah
that stipulation In his will And when you look around, it's clear All us steadies love it here At Bobo's Bar and Grill Look at Mr. Miller Shootin' pool
, S.O.S., Stud Doogie, Alamo You know how the shit go So big Jeff hey, B.R. hey, Tislam hey, Jael hey Stud Doogie hey, Alamo hey, and Uptown hey, Brooklyn hey
tall as yao now ya baby momma jockin me she wont give me my privacy stuntin like dwight up in the paint aint no stoppin me (hey who you is) mr. 106 is
'm cooler than a miller light Sex game crazy Who you know like Mr. Do It For The Fucking Ladie (Yea) It's Mr. do it for the ladies baby It's mr. do
a wannabe to the core Hey Mr. Failure, silence Because what you say is nonsense Now take this as a rule you damn pathetic fool Oh Mr. Failure, you can
played by Al Pacino Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though As a kid, was in sin, and no one knew it but me And my Olan Mills
' flight, I blast off Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps Just made a mill, count another mill
nigga in life you know Niggas who talk that shit And niggas who do that shit Let them niggas gon' hate 'cause they got to What I care about you Hey,
this song for me bitch Hey yo P give me my gun Yeah, These are just warning shots before I get started I don?t wanna hurt nobody Duck Down niggers, Take that,ahhh Mr
my legs cut off. BETTY Let's duck into the soundstage. 1ST FIN. Come on Gillis, give us the keys. BETTY Shhh! Please be quiet, Mr. De Mille is shooting
megaphone. HE adjusts his spectacles and assumes the grave, patriarchal air of CECIL B. DE MILLE.) SAMMY Behold, my children, it is I, Cecil B. De Mille
