'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
Übersetzung: Cracker. Mr. Wrong.
a ounce Alls it takes is a quarter of brick And a half a pound of dro get ya grind game and all them pitched Got the crack and the weed up Flip that,
we blowin' hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of Cause no one can do it better [Fat Joe:] Your crack girly 80s crack baby's momma paid me Maybach
rap acts Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class
dun There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run You know we family like Crack and Pun But Mr. GFK, state your business after that
listen The old tradition plants in this country, it needs fixing [Chorus] [Hook 2X: singer] Mr. Officer, please understand Them drugs ain't mine, you got the wrong
came through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggaz down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mr.-Mr
ll tare a match and try to light dat Look, my spirit ain't tryin' to see no badness But if the devil interferes I'm going out like Mr. Gladus It's on
man So, right or wrong, I'm fighting on this life long Now let me live, set for my wiz and seven kids I hit the block focus like Mr. Spock And whether
very anxious, eager, willing What's your billing? So please excuse me Mr. You've got things all wrong You make it feel like a crime So don't confuse me Mr
first thing first I'm the queen of the cool, I could cook crack or cook a mean beef stew, (ha hahaha aha) what cha gonna do? I could cook crack or cook
and my man ain't sellin Got more gold than Mr. Drum and we sellin Through Welcome To The Terrordome, niggas are ever wrong That's why you get no ends,
, "The Passion of Christ" Pregnant chicks buyin rock, hittin the pipe It ain't like I ain't tried to tell ya; misery love company Keepin the wrong company
with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own [Xzibit] I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong
the booze Xzibit breakin' down niggas Who got somethin' to prove Here we are face to face Nigga make your move You're in the wrong place But at the right
clown? Your aim is all off, I make your crew hit ground Jump in your six nigga, its time to skirt off now You in the wrong part of town trying to lay
over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr
