Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love Do you have a request book handy, I can flip through? I do, he said my name is Rodney, good to meet you What do you
sit back and chitchat Maybe have a jam, spit scats and eat biscuits Before you know it's midnight and you're running through the moonlight And you realise
home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you Now hear the choir say (chanting) Now hear the choir say Kardinal Offishall: Black Jay
Talking 'bout me, wouldn't think about you When you heard Too $hort came to town You never would've thought I'd be looking down On who, on you, 'cause
think if I hear that fuckin' word again I'ma scream While I'm projectile vomiting What do I look like a comedian to you? Do you think that I'm kidding? What do
To make you party, party, everybody This is what you gotta do This is what you gotta do This is a thing you must to Round up Lookin' Lookin' I must
do the evil shit that I do And you know that I'm due so I do when I cast my spell on you The evilness just fell on you and I'm the perfect fool to wish
If you look a little closer you can see The Shadow of a demon appearin I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do And you know
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
a good morning Mr Mac to the mic Hey, top of the morning to you, 'Disa You smoothie, me ice cold pizza Cafe au lait, latte dah You do the zumba, but
Mek everybody see A you? People seh dress up fi look like me Me aguh done you too and yuh friend mek three Unu grudging to be Mista Wannabe Everybody sight that you
Verse 1 Anything you can do I can do better I perform trends and you still a trend setter Weezy just let em. just let em die I Got all the answers
, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck
tasting So much blood is lacking now I dreamt for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you
fi all dem down a south Easy Mr. Sly and Taxi Gang run di route Yuh, nuh, hear music dem a bawl out Mission Impossible and a teach people Play fi all
do Yo, you can't do better than that? The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you. l'd be your friend if you let me. So if something upsets you or makes you unhappy in any way, don't
all sing, la, la, la We all sing, la, la, la Everybody sing, la, la, la "It's tearing you apart You haven't got the heart You sit there and complain