(Mr. Man)
Uhh
(b**bonic)
Yeah, Its what I like
Uh huh, yeah yeah
(Mr. Man)
Queue me dawg
(b**bonic)
Yeah, Most wanted baby
(Mr. Man)
Yo
See I'm a cop' Benz 'til they make edition S-1000 (And)
Buy the mall out while you n***as there browsing
In the latest six coupe, a 120,000
Score more proud, 'bout pile reclinin'
We gonna make changes listening to Phyllis Hyman
Cops wanna search for guns and can't find 'em
They ask for my name, I tell 'em read it in diamonds
Mr. f** hoes and put down the bricks
Advance my drink game for Mo' Don and Cris'
Bought whips in the order of 4, 5 and 6
Man I never been broke I kept money to count
Get it down in dice games, win money and bounce
A milli-on motherf**ers, it's how the word's pronounced
I keep my bank account, the banks amount
My n***as play freeze tag with big rocks that's costly
Bonic iceman and of course I'm all frosty
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Look here we Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it n***a, you know who we are
You see my damn house, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it n***a, you know who we are
We Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it b**h, you know who we are
You see my damn chain, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it b**h, you know who we are
(b**bonic)
Boo a clothesline n***a, I wear myself
I wish somebody spit hot
And I'm sick of hearing myself
I talk big sh**, how I only f** with big chicks
With big tits, big hips and all that slick sh**
Yeah, I'm a drop out, drop six
Drop they gorgeous b**h, drop they sh** soon as I hop out
n***as ain't near me spittin' they game
And plenty ho's in tattoo parlors getting my name
Probably think I'm highed up, pot, spit and flip game
Snorted out my mind with six b**hes like Rick James
Wanna marry me and all they know is my nickname
SLow up, you want me now cause I'mma blow up
Women I cast 'em out like "Aquemini"
And our roley got two faces like a Gemini
T-H-E-B-E-S-T that's me
If you better than this then lets see (come on)
We, crush, yeah uh huh
Y'all n***as know from the doors we ain't playin' with y'all
(Chorus)
(b**bonic)
He Mr. how much dough you trying to get
(Mr. Man)
A 1 with 9 O's n***a plenty of chips
(b**bonic)
A house so sick you need a shot just to get in
(Mr. Man)
bu*tery suede color, every chair you sit in
(b**bonic)
n***a we ball real, ice we got that
(Mr. Man)
Listen to Dru Hill, beauty we knock that (uhh)
(b**bonic)
Chain bling all in your face you spot that
(Mr. Man)
Take ours get a Tech in your face, stop that
(b**bonic)
Mad at me cuz '99 was our summer
(Mr. Man)
Wildwood Jet ski ride the wave runner
(b**bonic)
Mad at me cuz its us two housing
(Mr. Man)
Well you gon' be at mad motherf**er in 2000
(Chorus)