Paroles:
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

no good One slug to your face, no haste you're gettin smoked like wood Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat on the concrete, here comes the white sheet Mr

the woman cleaning 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 invite

you can bet it was Shaq's House Whip so big that it beep when it back out. Like (Beep Beep) Yo, tell that nigga move It's bow weezy and Mr. get'em wetter

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