Letras:
Cracker Mr Wrong

't want to hear about your Mr. Right 'Cause he's out of town tonight Baby, come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong Where I come from they call me Mr. Wrong

everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it They say the wrong

I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made

please Mr. President will you lend me a future 'cause you'll just get it back from the little blind woman with the kid on the corner and the people full over, doin' crack

a ounce Alls it takes is a quarter of brick And a half a pound of dro get ya grind game and all them pitched Got the crack and the weed up Flip that,

Verse 2:Where I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong My world is gone

please Mr. President will you lend me a future 'Cause you'll just get it back From the little blind woman With the kid on the corner And the people all over, doin' crack

: Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary With your .357, officer Kevin Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine Head got the flat top, boots got

very anxious, eager, willing What's your billing? So please excuse me Mr. You've got things all wrong You make it feel like a crime So don't confuse me Mr