Mustard & Mayonnaise - Intro

Lyrics

Throw me a bone and some crumbs watch
 me turn it over and flip it
 Ballatician, man, ballaholic I'm ballerific
 Stop and listen give me yo undivided attention
 40 talk like E.F. Hutton... shhhh, people listen
 Man that boy there right there be clownin he do the foo!
 Hustle Charlie water that playa there hella coo!
 Often imitated but never dismemblicated
 Kilo grams of coke and that broccoli I used to weigh it
 Smokin' Ahfganny in the candy blue drop the mail
 On my way to Richmond to buy me some new apparel
 Bendin' corners, gettin' it quick and talkin bout lookin'
 "There go fonzerelli I'm feelin that mans music"
 Won't you quit that shit you be talkin, its big spit
 Later for them suckas they tardy they ain't hit
 Disobeying???? from you??? don't let her see
 Get you're wonder bread pepperoni watch it increase
 Mustard and Mayonnaise! Tennis shoes,
 lowenheart, drivers lorenzos, 22's
 Big bread, big spread, big scratch, big cars,
 turf hogs, Cadillacs
 Watchout ersky perky it's seldom you see me thirsty
 Gatorade bottle full of Burgundy Carlos Rossy
 Lift yo head high, we might take you up out yo body
 Me and my mossy motherfuckers life of the party
 Give it to me baby you know what I'm lookin fo'
 A super ghetto hoe, big ol' ass like J-Lo
 Club packed, like a Detroit hair show
 Dug that, she can teach the wind how to blow
 She can teach frosty how to snow, right, glow
 in the dark lay, night, fireworks, sparklight, ALL-night
 Ride her like Olympic style tour de' france bike
 Brand new upholstery, flambostly out wit the fellas
 In the hotel lobby wit honey gettin jealous
 Ain't nobody trippin', but patna, he outta line
 Spray myself with sucker-repellent pulled out my nine
 I got a shortage of supply and demand when its drought
 Buy low, sell high, my marble route
 Know about the weather before its about to change
 My repo, they distribute, they repo be drivin planes
 Watch out for them folks and them K-9's sniffin them thangs
 Bricks, kicks, hittin MC's and door panels man
 I run my game from Frisco to Maine, pimpin long range
 Fast quarter fuck a slow nickel thats chump change
 Place your order, high yellow jazzy, light bright and almost like
 Chocolate trailer trashy mcnasty throw away but now she's classy
 Cuz her sugar daddy done put her up in the sink
 Washed her up got her dressed in hot pink in mink
 Gotta ride on vogues when we fly by
 Underlay??? Bonita bye bye
 Mustard and mayonnaise smokin up at the sky light
 You can't touch my vogues baby bye bye.

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Duration
00:58
Key
9
Tempo
81 BPM

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