Letras:
Trouble Mr White

promise you anything Place your hand over your heart Don't want to fool myself anymore Think nobody else will ever know Mr. White, up all night Hiding in my room Mr. White

promise you anything place your hand over your heart don`t want to fool myself anymore think nobody else will ever know [Chorus] Mr. white, up all night hiding in my room Mr. white

too quick, won't through too much, through too much shit Corrupt and I'm pour it on like syrup, bitch Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth

: (feat. Mr. Capone-E, Mr. Silent, K.O.) [Intro: Bizzy] Don't let the light skin fool you nigga This your real homeboy Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely

t hear nobody disagreein' Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi Chorus So don't spend yo whole life livin' it for the white You got a 9 to 5 and

of the woman cleanin? their house Wasn?t she a child they were singin? about? And if Jesus loves us black and white skin Why didn't her white mother

Burbley Bronson, ?, Disco Derby I'm a modern day Ozzy Osbourne Bitin bats heads off and bustin nuts in your pop corn Wonderin how this ugly motherfucker got on The whole white

[Mr. Silent] My definition of a homie My dogs ain't never gonna leave me lonely Straight riders, we ain't no phonies My criminal styles and Mr. Capone

Hes caused by the trouble hes brewing And the NAACP Cant win if the white man stick With nigger haten me! Hey, Mr. President, what do you say? When are we whites