Tradução: Jin. Sr. Popular.
uhhh Who's Mr. Popular ? [Chorus x2] [Ad-Libs] Tha Emcee you know I'm popular (and every year I gain clout and my name sprouts) Golden Child my man is popular
Who's Mr. Popular ? [Chorus x2] [Ad-Libs] Tha Emcee you know I'm popular (and every year I gain clout and my name sprouts) Golden Child my man is popular
remind me of baseball Tow trucks and the movies Look sweet as to deliver me milk Almost frozen on those wintry mornings Don't slip mr. Mail man Watch
: (feat. Cee-Lo) [Cee-Lo (Nas):] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.. (Uh-oh, yeah) [Nas:] Mr. International The man centerfold women loathe Voice bump
Maybe you should leave, just yo weave thats velcro hell no bitch go wit Steve. Got this lead singer bitch from a popular group I would say her name
: Get ready (get ready), back by popular demand (he's back) Snoop Dogg! (yo) (one, two, check up) One, two, check up yeah one, two check up Teddy
hol on u a get me wrong Me a Sean Paul Entertainer [Policeman] Entertainer Oh Pass me da newspaper dere And let me see da entertainmnt section And let me see if mr
silent. But wow that chick So stylish Even made my drama your problems And the equation you help me solve it You've been there before the popular Tyga
yamaha So you can call it switchin' gears Zoom inside of her And if it taste how it look I'm a try to swallow her Call me Mr. Shoe- shine, baby I'm a
and night, just how long 'til I see the light Mr. E is truly a mystery to me Mr. E is a guy who a lot of people see in the eye Mr. E is like the catcher
odds against Ye Its slaughter ever since the day I opened up that midnight marauders Now its gon be a problem like a brand new installment from the late great Mr
? to me that vibrantly shine Velocity's properly thick like mahogany dimes We findin beauty in this urban-gritty usually overlooked by many Movin through the densely populated
hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped Wanna I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, well, then fine I smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why
but it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap, how could you possibly stop the Apocalypse When I'm atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis
E pluribus unum, all seeing eye, ocular exam The apocalypse, back by popular demand Innocuous but still leave a stage with blood in my hand for the populous
new revolutionary is shyaman It's not brush fire rap, it's five alarm Motivational music after I am gone My inner visions, mysticism call me Mr. Wisdom
of her, zoom on the Yamaha So you can call it switchin' gears Zoom in inside of her And if it taste how it look I'ma try to swallow her Call me Mr