it personal so baby Mr. Messed Up I should have known ya Yes, you guessed it too bad it's over Don't you take it personal so baby I said Mr. Messed Up
ima have to lovin' me Hook: dont u take it personal said baby mr messed up i shoulda known yeah yes u guessed it ooo la its ova dont u take it personal said baby mr messed up
so ima have to lovin' me Hook: dont u take it personal said baby mr messed up i shoulda known yeah yes u guessed it ooo la its ova dont u take it personal said baby mr messed up
I'll be moving way up, way up, way up There's nothing left to say now I'll be on my way now And I'll be moving way up, way up, way up Out of your way
get up right now I'm up man, what you need be? I need you to meet me at the forum Oh and saddle up the horses, we gone take us a little ride Word up,
, I'm 'bout to rebel There's not a bitch in sight, all black bench, all black gate All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr.President I remember
kept comin', here's what was goin' on These castaways were stranded on this island out at sea One of 'em called Gilligan, said, "Let's name it after me" He'd mess up
the end, explicit, elicit wicked call me Mr..Sawed off will hit cha/ I take time out to beat this shit up, get up/ Feel us it's the real niggas/ The soldier
them hoes up in flames Krayzie, insane to the brain Now I know I done did some dirt in my time 'Cause the devil was stressing my mind Messing with my
'm gettin' caught up in a tussle instead of usin' my muscle When everytime I extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the
ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E 1994, rushin' through the door with the bone flow Nigga was creepin' on a come up
m gettin' caught up in the touch Instead of usin' my muscle And every time I extend my heart to my mother Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the
me a text wiith a hundred exclamations about how im wrong without any explanation at all, before you say another nigga next up i should call a maid down cause i messed up
know that is was grand? Really grand, so grand And then you came along Then you came along, boy And sang your groovy song Sang a song and I asked Mr
my life by And your attitude become a bore And I'm so tired I cant even cry Mr Ultra sensitive Ill never let myself forget you Messed each other up
Mr. Mysterious Mr. Mysterious Mr. Mysterious I saw you, I saw you In the middle of the night In the night there was two There was two of us To share
squeek Mr hitta oh nigga now he just a toddler To all hip hoppa's I am ya fatha You got a problem I am ya docta You run an pop up you see a monsta And
i can f**k on the floors through the doors likea western shit the is crunk Beenie and Chris you know the boys tore up about eight nine black stylian riding up its Mr
