Radikal

Mr. Man Yo, everybody get down
Boobonic Yo, you can't be mad at us man
We just doin what you doin; you know, doin us
wanna hate and all that s**t man
Mr. Man Everybody get down

Boobonic
There's a lot of money out here; get your hands on it
Uhh, uhh, Most Wanted - you got to lay down, come on

I'm that nigg* who you wanna be
Not y'all record deal, hot cars, only fk pop stars (whoo)
Radikal girls, tongue pierced and the p*ssy
If I fall for the b*tch let me fall don't push me
Hatin' as* nigg* don't have a slick side
Caught his eye lookin' my chain cause he don't d*ckride
ain't cool with Bonic fear me
And talk through the song so they b*tch don't hear me
Whattt! Let me find out jealous
Hot yo, the best controllers what can you tell us
We H-O-T B-O-Y-S
Taught you the s**t you know, so why test us
Don't follow me that s**t'll break your neck
This week alone nigg* I done ate your check
Let my checkbook determine if I'm playin' in vain
When you boo it's cool cause you sayin' my name
Come on!

Chorus: Kelis
Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a get
Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do-oo
Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a get
Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do-oo

Mr. Man
The cops don't wanna see my CL6 they wanna frisk me
And young with this dough I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr. "hi" oh now you wanna kiss me
Either dead or me doing a bit, you gone miss me
No can say or its too much love cause I'm richer
When I used to push them things I flip quicker
wanna twist cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fk they little sister
I hear Most Wanted this and Most Wanted that
Mr. dead broke (and what else) Mr. can't rap
Follow Mr. home with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin' for your boys
Will get you one in your back
Ain't my fault that my dough comes fast and yours slower
Exhale like Whitney Houston and look lower
And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine rowers
+Sea+ +Red+ when I split your head just like Noah, nigg*!

Chorus

Boobonic
Yo, Lee Mr. a nigg* couldn't hear me a price
I'll catch a bullet for him like my chain of the rice
Spit every last round I done gone for
And kill you the listener if you come for
Die for the nigg* that's my dog forever
Ho's be like d*mn why y'all always together
Two things that I never had us be rich
And that's you and another as* b*tch

(Mr. Man)
Boobonic don't feed man I'll talk s**t for you
Tell you take cover I swear get hit for you
Get stitched up come back and spit for you
Bring hot heels that make the s**t boil
Ride for you homie till our bodies h*t the soil
Won't die for you they got it fked up
Like chicks that need a perm their cl*t get touched up
Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up (what)

Kelis: repeat 4X
Haters, hate on
Cause I'm a do what the fk is asked

Boobonic
You know, don't want none man
Anybody move closer I'm telling you one thing
I'm ghetto no holster
You don't want no beef man I'm ruby for that s**t
For real fk you man
I love girls money and traveling
And you ain't experienced that, you know
(Get down and lay down) You ain't experienced that man
Y'all don't know what the fk money is man
Money is when your bank account is the banks amount motherfker
You got stashes, I stash money
Overseas nigg*, you don't want none, I'm a gangster man
I'll take over your corner dressed in a suit
And wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot