Paroles:
Jam Hey Mister

To a new generation You're just so smug in your elected seat You've got your papers sorted out But you can't find your feet Well, I'm not surprised Hey mister

through To a new generation You're just so smug in your elected seat You've got your papers sorted out but you can't find your feet Well, I'm not surprised Hey mister

your breath. So I started working this way. Pass the sting rays. See me Kunta Kintai. Check the way me ringai. Hey Mister DJ Hit with a replay Check it Hey

on up Jump on down Just jump a jump a jump a jump a jump around Jump the day away Jump all over town 'cos jumpin' is O.K. in a jumpin' kinda way, hey hey

let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument, All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant, Hey,

this single on the charts, lettin ya know Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept on my notes You

me That punk nigga Dre still pays me Well, if it's on motherfucker then it's on G Now if it's on motherfucker than its on G Hey mister, prankster prankster

on, what I need Dj play that song for me Time is right, in the mood Steppin with the old school Let's get, let's get Hey hey Oh yeahou Let's get started

a blind date, could I see me taken out By some glutteus, glutteus, maximus, maximus I'm spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis Spectacular