The only lanes we need are the bike lanes in our streets let's ride bikes, go get get your bikes, let's take back these streets critical mass, it's
the pink well i'm the geek in the pink y'all geek is the color for fall i'm the geek in the pink so i'm the geek y'all in the pink y'all geek is the
Dear Mr. President Come take a walk with me Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we
look so cool Oh I don't think! Just fall over Be like me Mr. Pink Eyes Your mind is blank And mine's away Oh you can't see You can't smell Mr. Pink
: Dear Mr. President Come take a walk with me Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if
Hello! Mr.Radio Got her pink tights And her funny-money retro sound (sound) Spin that shit Spin it cause it's fabulous! Dance Mr.Radio nerd How 'bout
the floor, but who can you call? My down bitch, one who live by the code Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road A lot of quiet time, pink
] Shut the f-ck up Who the f-ck want war FedEx beef straight to your front door It'll be a murder scene I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th Aight
round here) That's how we do [Verse 1: Paul Wall] Knock, knock, who is it? Guess who come to pay a visit? It's the Mr. Walking Blizzard, with the "here
Hello, Mr. Fussy Hello, Mrs. Nice You ever shared a bathtub Full of beer and ice? I know you want to I know you can Put down your children And free up
lover, got wee wee for your C double O chie Baby, let me la, la, la, lick your body Wax that ass, wax on wax off like Mr. Miyagi I'mma eat that plum
Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass Call me Mr
tonight I ain't seen all o', y'all comin' in the strip club Lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, Mr
I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls It was me against the world, baby girl you had dreams of startdiling The Prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem First date at Mr
' this, welcomin' that He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back? Gimme that Mack, let me work him wit that Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave
when, Mortar's been in the booth to rhyme, I don't scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines. Verse 3 a?? Trials and Sesta Mr Trials, young