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kool g rap - hey mister mister lyrics

[kool g. rap:]
last week i beat my b-tch up in the street for lyin to me
she thought she caught a cutie but didn’t know the n-gg- knew me
he said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear
all a n-gg- could do was try to act like he don’t f-ckin care
i was about to drop the hammer on this n-gg-
till grip pulled out his wallet and he had my b-tch’s pictures
that undercover lover bullsh-t was now discovered
can’t wait to see this b-tch ’cause i’m a beat her -ss in public
i went to her sister’s house, drove by her momma’s
i even stepped to poppa duke’s house to bring the drama
lookin up the block, yeah hold up, yeah there goes that b-tch
from a mile away yo i could tell my b-tch is switched
so i ran up on her, hey w-ssup b-tch i got a question
if your lot of smith & wessons gonna teach ya -ss a lesson
you ever f-cked around on me before? “h-ll no! ” -smack-
“yo what you hit me with that gun for? ”
b-tch why you lyin, b-tch you’ve been cheatin
now i gotsa to give your motherf-ckin -ss a beatin
i punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
take off all my motherf-ckin jewellery, b-tch runnin
i stomped her and i kicked her and i punched her in the face
some people crowded around but n-body got out of place
don’t want heroics, “hey buddy” – aiyyo money don’t get in this
“hey miss you alright? ” – motherf-cker mind your business!
i’m bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger
but a n-gg- got to hit her till i see her face get bigger
i’m sick of all the bullsh-t, tired of all the nonsense
so i pistol whipped the b-tch till her -ss fell out of conscious
now she’s all bloodied up, layin in that red sh-t
b-tch press charges, i guarantee you she’s a dead b-tch
the first time you play me is your last
so yo don’t interrupt me when i’m whoopin on my b-tch -ss

[chorus:]
“hey mister mister, what the f-ck you doin? ”
“hey mister mister” – keep walking past!
“hey mister mister, what the f-ck you doin? ”
don’t interrupt me when i’m whoopin on my b-tch -ss!

[kool g. rap:]
i’m baggin up mad sh-t, puttin it on the street
i never snorted but i find myself shorted every weekend
sh-t is disappearin and i’m lookin for the logic
of why my sh-t gets lower every time i count the profit
it never fails again, these b-tches drawers they go back up
one hundred here, two hundred here, but all that sh-t adds up
so i’m layin for the traitor
so i can put foot in they -ss ’cause i’m a motherf-cking b-tch hater!
so i’m peepin out the spot for a week
if i catch one of these b-tches stashin bread she’ll be dead meat
i took one to the bath and tried to knock it
feelin on her -ss, hey yo b-tch what’s this in your pocket?
aha finally caught your -ss!
the b-tch had my cash, i rolled up inside her stash
she started coppin a plea but i ain’t really tryin to hear her
i sn-tched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
i threw her right on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
now a n-gg-‘s ready to shove his d-ck up in her f-nny
i hit the b-tch like one more time and then i just said f-ck it
pulled my zipper down, whipped out my d-ck and made her suck it
i’m rammin my d-ck inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
then i grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat
i beat her and i dissed the b-tch for tryin to steal my cash
so yo don’t interrupt me when i’m whoopin on my b-tch -ss

[chorus x2]

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