Testo Excuse Me - Craig Mack
Testo della canzone Excuse Me (Craig Mack), tratta dall'album The Mack World Sessions
Quiet on the set, my niggas
Ayo, Jay, yo, Jay, hah
Who the winners? Who the champs? Who the kings, huh?
We Bad Boys, sad boys
Curl niggas like activators
And stay in Sean John Navigators and make papers
So damn amazing, man
Though there's nothing that could save you, man
I'll shake this building, first day out sell a million
Fucking with adults, no children
Ghetto blaster, five-star, hot car, open bar, flavor
Clubs ain't the same without Mack
That's why I came to attack, Black radio, your monster's back
Know at least a million cars gon' bounce to that
Know at least a million stars gon' stand in back
Know at least a million dollars in the bank, man
You ain't no general, you just lost your rank, man
Excuse me, mister
Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya
Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
You not gon' last, boy
Excuse me, mister
Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya
Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
You not gon' last, boy
I'm not Ben Affleck, recognize I'm Black
Customized, supersized, no fries, just Mack
A cooler guy ain't alive
The golden child has arrived, fell from the sky, but I survived
Did a burnout on delivery in four-wheel drive
Was you kidding me? The epitome of keeping it live
My activity on symphony, you continue to buy
Ain't no mystery, I'm not gon' lie
I be sitting here like that man with the statue just thinking
The one with the fist and not Lincoln
The one with the fifth who ain't blinking
The one with the name that ain't shrinking
Contract inking, girl winking when it's cold, start minking
You stinking, wack and that's why your phone is not ringing
Picture me singing on this love tune
Fuck rain, get ready for my monsoon
Excuse me, mister
Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya
Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
You not gon' last, boy
Where's the honeys? Who making money, huh?
Where my niggas, huh? True thugs, true love
We at the bar, open it up
Mama bear, let me open it up and soak it up
Cats better double up, your shit is not enough
Your shit is kind of so-so, homo
Dough like Yoko Ono, just add a O
Pull out the credit card, they just add a O
Settled with the knowledge of an eye for an eye
Fuck going to college, I'm a street smart guy
And I'm a B-I-A, probably gon' see me tonight
You gon' see me for the rest of your life
Pharmaceutical, beautiful, suitable Mack
On the podium, holding 'em, taking shit back
Y'all niggas is heartless
Faggots regardless, what you want?
Excuse me, mister
Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya
Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
You not gon' last, boy
Excuse me, mister
Please get the fuck out the way, we coming for ya
Craig Mack's back on Bad Boy (Bad Boy)
You not gon' last, boy, hah
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Writer(s): Jimmy Ledrac, Curtis Richardson, Charlene Gilliam, Angelique Cinelu
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