Hey Mister Mister

Lyrics

[Kool G. Rap] Last week, I beat my bitch up in the street for lyin' to me She thought she caught a cutie, but didn't know the nigga knew me He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear All a nigga could do was try to act like he don't fuckin care I was about to drop the hammer on this nigga 'Til grip pulled out his wallet and he had my bitch's pictures That undercover lover bullshit was now discovered Can't wait to see this bitch, 'cause I'mma beat her ass in public I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's I even stepped to Poppa Duke's house to bring the drama Looking up the block, yeah, hold up, yeah, there goes that bitch From a mile away, yo, I could tell my bitch is switched So I ran up on her, "Hey, wassup, bitch, I got a question,  If you lie, this Smith and Wesson gonna teach ya ass a lesson You ever fucked around on me before?" "Hell no!" {*smack*} "Yo, what you hit me with that gun for?!" "Bitch, why you lyin'? Bitch, you've been cheatin' Now I gots to give your motherfuckin' ass a beatin'" I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach Take off all my motherfuckin jewelery, bitch runnin' I stomped her, and I kicked her, and I punched her in the face Some people crowded around, but nobody got out of place Don't want heroics, "Hey buddy" "Aiyyo, money, don't get in this" "Hey, miss, you alright?" "Motherfucker, mind your business!" I'm bashin' her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger But a nigga got to hit her 'til I see her face get bigger I'm sick of all the bullshit, tired of all the nonsense So I pistol whipped the bitch 'til her ass fell out of conscious Now she's all bloodied up, layin' in that red shit Bitch press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead bitch The first time you play me is your last So, yo, don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass [Chorus] "Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?" "Hey, mister mister" "Keep walking past!" "Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?" Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass! [Kool G. Rap] I'm baggin up mad shit, puttin' it on the street I never snorted, but I find myself shorted every weekend Shit is disappearin' and I'm lookin' for the logic Of why my shit gets lower every time I count the profit It never fails, again these bitches' drawers, they go back up One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that shit adds up So I'm layin' for the traitor So I can put foot in they ass 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' bitch hater! So I'm peepin out the spot for a week If I catch one of these bitches stashin' bread, she'll be dead meat I took one to the bath and tried to knock it Feelin' on her ass, "Hey, yo, bitch what's this in your pocket?!" "Aha – finally caught your ass!" The bitch had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash She started coppin' a plea, but I ain't really tryin' to hear her I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror I threw her right on the ground, and then her skirt revealed her panties Now a nigga's ready to shove his dick up in her fanny I hit the bitch like one more time, and then I just said fuck it Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her suck it I'm rammin' my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot cum down her throat I beat her and I dissed the bitch for tryin' to steal my cash So, yo, don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass [Chorus] "Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?" "Hey, mister mister" "Keep walking past!" "Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?" Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass! "Hey, mister mister, what the fuck you doin'?" "Hey, mister mister" "Keep walking past!" "Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?" Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin' on my bitch ass!