[Intro: [?]]

Spinning the b-b-beats for the streets

It's the Bomb Squad DJ

We getting you crunk right now

Get down or lay down

Take it like a motha fuckin' man

[Chorus: [?]]

He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet

Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets

Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough

Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough

Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job

Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow

Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car

If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Fast women and fast cars

A razor blade instead of a tongue, my game sharp

We major leaguers, minor leaguers, get out the park

Bitches, that wanna back talk, get out and walk

I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim

Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing

Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing, never trifling

And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking

I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid

Don't get too close, because you might get shot

[Chorus: [?]]

He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet

Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets

Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough

Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough

Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job

Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow

Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car

If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Okay, come out and play

Ya'll clowns Need to get down, or get out the way

I'm a live round, shot to your head by Doc Dre

Ain't too long, ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay

This is everyday, life of the kid, fuck who it is

I'm gon' live like a true bad boy, and do it big

And I could take it, it's just as good as I get

And ya'll ain't gotta ask, dead rapper your ass, kid

Who anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for

Who eat up everything on his plate, then eat yours

Ain't got no table manners at all, I'm off the wall

Like I'm MJ, jerking myself, scream at your frog

And bitches wanna give us the drawers, cuz who we are

The same bitch'll sugared your tank and key your car

The life of a player and pimp, who every dollar, tax exempt

Pussy paying the rent, now who I'm is?

[Chorus: [?]]

He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet

Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets

Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough

Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough

Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job

Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow

Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car

If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy

[Verse 3: [?]]

Oh I'm a bad boy, fast cars, hot women

The lifestyle, accustomed to winning

Bitch, your chrome is spinning, tinted windows

But still, you're jailed from the head bopping gangsta lean

You'se a bad boy, champagne, diamond studded events

Red carpet rollout, pulling up in a Bent'

And the crowd, they taking pictures

It's hard to tell, if a flash went off

Or you was blinded by the riches