B.O.B. - Middle Man lyrics

Part 1 – Middle Man [Intro] Ernie, you a fool for this one [Bridge] Nice than a motherf**er Than a motherf**er These days, n***as be polite than a motherf**er Nice than a motherf**er Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherf**er Soon as they thought I fell off, n***as’ true colors shine bright than a motherf**er Bright than a motherf**er They hate me ’til they meet me, then they hype than a motherf**er Hype than a motherf**er That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah That’s cool, we was never cool anyway Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger Looking like we won the SuperBowl anyway [Verse 1] Eeh, eeh, f** what you saying to me? You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays Backstabber on your resumé Yee, yee, capping and you ain’t even got your rent paid I red the text, what that sh** say? [Hook/Chorus] I guess I got a short attention span I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man Don’t got a middle man, middle man [Bridge] Nice than a motherf**er Than a motherf**er These days, n***as be polite than a motherf**er Nice than a motherf**er Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherf**er Soon as they thought I fell off, n***as’ true colors shine bright than a motherf**er Bright than a motherf**er They hate me ’til they meet me, then they hype than a motherf**er Hype than a motherf**er That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah That’s cool, we was never cool anyway Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger Looking like we won the SuperBowl anyway [Verse 2] Huh, look, DJ’s say they support but they still phoney They don’t play my sh** ‘less I got Tip on it They don’t play your sh** ‘less there’s a diss on it Down to die for this sh**, bet I live for it For this moment Had to vent so I hit up the big homie n***as don’t even buy albums But n***as still do anything for a deal, homie Act like this sh** don’t apply to you, huh Been in their game, look at how they do, huh Why do yes mans start off ever sentence With, “Dog, I wouldn’t lie to you”? Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables Now I’m accomplished, start what I set out to do When we off the colors, not insurmountable Bankroll unaccountable, down at the phantom blue b**hes drinking Rosé like it’s Mountain Dew Guess what she’s down to do, roll up a pound or two Bruh, she already jigging, ain’t no turning back I can no longer be held accountable Why you make all that n***a music? All you play is that n***a music Call it what you want But it ain’t an anthem to the strippers moving (But it ain’t an anthem to the strippers moving) [Hook/Chorus] I guess I got a short attention span I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man I learned it, get it straight from the source, f** the middle man Don’t got a middle man, middle man Part 2 – Mr. Mister [Intro] I just put in work, she call me Mister Yeah, hey Mister [Verse 1] Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen Mr. Clean, what’s the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-b**h-Happy Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food Mr. Bruce Leeroy when they come through Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School, finna bust a move Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules Mr. Told-You-I’d-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain’t-Get-There-‘Til-2 Mr. Thought-I-Was-Gon’-Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In-The-Room Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-Now-b**h-Get-In-The-Pool Mr. Already-Made-It, you can’t come around Mr. Quiet, shh, b**h, don’t make a sound, yeah [Hook/Chorus] I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister) Get it by the ground, call it Twista I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands [Verse 2] Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song Hear the bong, Mr. Chichi Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On Master dome, black Power Ranger, I do not belong Mr. Outside-Of-The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform Mr. Count-The-Rope, Mr. Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns Mr. I-Mastered-The-Style, I’m just working on my form Mr. Solo Dolo, no, this ain’t no ride along Mr. Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-Just-Don’t-Get-Along I just brought a couple negros with me, please don’t be alarmed Mr. I-Guess-I-Overslept-And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up, I’m just waking up In the clutch, come through with the clutch, try me, you can touch Never blink, never lose no sleep, n***as huff and puff Claim they running up, who the f**? And we see such and such I’m not you, I done paid my dues, I do this sh** daily Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. f**-You-Pay-Me Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now, now I’m out in Vegas Mr. If-You-Ain’t-With-The-Movement-Ain’t-No-Conversation, preacher [Hook/Chorus] I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister) Get it by the ground, call it Twista I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister, Bobby Bands