and sorrows. Underneath his hat looks at us all. We canA't help meeting his brow as he put his hat down. You should come and see him... Mr. Hat. He will
It's no use saying you're gonna stay If you don't want to be all mine I haven't got room for somebody who Is gonna hurt me all the time Somebody who
It's no use sayin' you're gonna stay If you don't want to be all mine I haven't got room for somebody who Is gonna hurt me all the time Somebody who
I was really good to her But now she broke my heart She looked so young and she seemed so sweet But I was wrong from the start She has a way about her
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch You're a bad banana with a
white Bent, white pit, even gotta white bitch When I say white I mean whiter den a light switch White this, white that in my white sox hat Used 2 hide
", Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat
on Broadway I wanna be a producer Lunch at Sardi's every day I wanna be a producer Sport a top hat and a cane I wanna be a producer And drive those
Wrote a letter this mornin' Put it in your hat 'Cause no one to read it And I know you knew that I bought a joke, a trick or two Just to bring and show
t look back, keep on walking Keep struttin', slow motion The more you ignore it, the cooler you look Ladies and gentlemen Please join me in welcoming, Mr
please Skipper's in a hammock, he's looking kinda fat He'd throw a fit and then he'd hit old Gilligan with his hat Mrs. Hal got it goin' on, but Mr.
I was in Mr. Orpheum's office And he was saying to me "Rose, get yourself some new orchestrations New routines and red velvet curtains Get a feathered hat
i will freakin dissect, all you freaking rap-ets. Im nasty on the track like rat sex. Im happy, because I got a mad check. Mr. Little "T". Mr 1 point
I was in Mr. Orpheum's office and he was saying to me "Rose, get yourself some new orchestrations New routines and red velvet curtains Get a feathered hat
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Hey! (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Mr. Wipe Down, here (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Here with Foxx-a-million (?Cause I?
end Lambos to ferraris to the beamers to the benz If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my tims Hat
Come on 1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh 1, 2, 1, 2 Mr. Meth and Doc 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 DJ scratch on the track 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2 Break your motha fuckin
you know, soon I'll be rollin' in the Rolls to go bowling after the show I'll be strollin', patrollin' the streets with a feather in my hat Imagine that