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Jam Hey Mister

To a new generation You're just so smug in your elected seat You've got your papers sorted out But you can't find your feet Well, I'm not surprised Hey mister

through To a new generation You're just so smug in your elected seat You've got your papers sorted out but you can't find your feet Well, I'm not surprised Hey mister

let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument, All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant, Hey,

this single on the charts, lettin ya know Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept on my notes You

me That punk nigga Dre still pays me Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on G Now if it's on motherfucker than its on G Hey mister, prankster prankster

on, what I need Dj play that song for me Time is right, in the mood Steppin with the old school Let's get, let's get Hey hey Oh yeahou Let's get started

a blind date, could I see me taken out By some glutteus, glutteus, maximus, maximus I'm spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis Spectacular

- Mister Feeling Dance the night away Oh oh oh oh Mister Feeling Oh oh oh oh Mister Feeling on a holiday Oh oh oh Mister Feeling Hey check out the new

like that Come on, I wanna see you dance some more Keep it goin', y'all move with the jam, come on 'Til the morning, screaming out hey's and oh's I don