(Dave Mason) Everything really is stupidly simple And yet all around is utter confusion Fairy tales written may help you to see it Do you understand
yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!) Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad? Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for
Check it out, check it out Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling it now Check it out, check it out Check it out S-s-step up in the party like my name was Mr. T All
of winners, don?t chop just knock before you enter, I play my cards right, you see them four guys, an aint no fall guy, ball like a dog right, [Chorus] and its simple
Hey check it out check it out (x10) yeah yeah I'm feeling it now check it out (x3) [Will.I.Am] Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T all these
see oh Mr. Bialystock, please stop the song You've got me wrong, I'll say, "So long" I'm not as strong a person as you think Mr. Bialystock, just take
m performin' tonight you know that shit gon' be packed Pay me in advance and make sure that iti??s exact My ex girli??ll probably show up for the simple
on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me I'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr
t let him bury me, whoa I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin' swords of Damocles Secret Service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract raps simple
' So does "Everybody Tolerates Raymond" And "King of Queens" jumped the shark the first minute I can't believe Richard Simmons ain't in it I'll move right on to "8 Simple
hush with the talk, talk Claimin you gon' put it on the map Well I done already done that So follow in footsteps of the gangsta shit's finest Since 1987, Mr
seeing, to lames Who was afraid of change If my middle finger could speak then I say the same man I stay my name....call me legacy bitch Mr. Sweetheart
say I got a special flow sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts the simple mathematics
've been going through Sing it again now, ooh, baby, baby It's obvious to see exactly what I need One of those days When the sun is shinin' bright And my life is going right And the simple
each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr
your shout-out And then we'll get to the countin' (OK, I'd like to make a shout-out to Boo-Boo and to Marquesha) (And to my homegirl Tasha) OK one simple
Ripped it in the streets (Yeah) Loved in the slums (Yeah) Who am I? (A Ruff Ryder) Who am I? (MR. North Carolina!) This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
