it's harder to forgive Yo Mister how's your daughter (How's your daughter tonight) Yo Mister how's your daughter (How's your daughter tonight) Yo Mister
译文: 王子. 呦名仕.
Other dancers go and hide Like Charles ??? I'm prancin I keep the dance all night until The party's over the party's over Like a cowboy at a rodeo From mister mister
? ] Verse one: prince rakeem/ryzarector Let's get it on ock, and watch the spot get blown I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem From the mists
[ODB:] Yo, this ain't a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I'm sayin? I wanna just represent the whole Clan you know what I'm sayin? The GZA, Prince Rakeem
Yo uh, uh huh, uh Yo yo yo yo hey yo never will it stop Handguns with double digit shots I move work on other niggas blocks Leave out the club wit a another
(Prince Rakeem talking) Yo here we go yo The Prince Rakeem, this here is called my deadly venom You know what I'm sayin? Some old freestyle type of slick
back at it Come on, yeah, it's that nine eleven music right here man We in the building man, welcome to ground zero everybody Juelz Santana, Dipset, Hell Rell Yo, yo
niggaz ain't fuckin' wit me 'cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self Here I go Da man right, chea (Da man right, chea) Da man, da man right, Chea Mister man
.." -> fat albert ".. mister cee as we say, my man with soul" -> kane {both repeat 4x} [scoob] Yo cut man, yo whassup with them
in it Fakin' and flakin' it child, you're sadly mistakin' 'Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic And start flowin', yo yo yo, where you goin
safe no more nigga) Chorus: (2x) Yo I wanna see your war face Soldier where's your war face? Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates [9th prince] Yo, yo yo yo
verbally attack you [islord] Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz Tryin' to come into the mist
a G coming at you Words in my rap will surprise you like Cracker Jacks You dig them like Sugar Smacks and bite them like Apple Jacks Brother, sister, misses or mister
tried to step to usBut your punk ass missedBooya, NANA you can't touch this Rap verse 1 (ski): I flip on any scrip put in front of me yo Murder n' a
mix if you wanna peep game simp Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g Freak momma (freak) Freak momma (freak) yo
yo fuckin religion Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons The demolitioner with the codse of honor You want drama? I'll bomb yo and yo mama
you wanna box me, you gon' tuck yo chain, you ain't gon' hold yo chain, that's a bitch move nigga! A bitch move is showin' a nigga yo gun and not usin
