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The Messenger (Skit) Video (MV)




Performed By: Krayzie Bone
Length: 2:20
Written by: ANTHONY HENDERSON




Krayzie Bone - The Messenger (Skit) Lyrics




[Krayzie]
Aw shit. Excuse me man, excuse me.

[Waiter]
Uh, yes sir?

[Krayzie]
Could you tell me where the payphone at in here or something?

[Waiter]
Certainly. Back there by the wine racks.

[Krayzie]
All right, thanks a lot. Thank you, thank you.

[Waiter]
Oh, you're welcome sir.

[Krayzie]
Shit. It's a classy-ass, motherf*cking restaurant.
Know this motherf*cker got the money, punk motherf*cker.
Shit.
His contact Hello?
Yeah, hello?

[Contact]
What's happening?

[Krayzie]
Yeah, I'm in the motherf*cking spot now, man

[Contact]
He there?

[Krayzie]
I don't see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. He got
Reservations.

[Contact]
All right, handle your business.

[Krayzie]
I think I see his broad comin' in right now
Contact Right on time.
So don't worry about shit.
I'm a handle this nigga, man. This nigga in a
Classy-ass, motherf*cking' restaurant,
I know this nigga got the motherf*cking money.
Don't worry about shit, I'm a have it.
All right?

[Contact]
No mercy, nigga.

[Krayzie]
Alright.

[Broad]
Excuse me.

[Waiter]
Uh, yes ma'am.

[Broad]
I have a reservation. It's for Jones.

[Waiter]
For Jones? Let me see here for a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called. He
Said, he is running late,
But I am to seat you now.

[Broad]
Okay, thank you.

[Waiter]
Follow me this way.
Here you go ma'am.
Um, would you like to start with
Something to drink while you wait?

[Broad]
Do you have a Chardonnay?

[Waiter]
Most certainly, coming right up.
Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now.
Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening?

[Mr. Jones]
Hey, what's up? What's up? What's up?

[Broad]
Hi, baby.

[Mr. Jones]
Hey, baby. Damn.

[Broad]
Baby, what took you so long?
I been just waitin' and waitin'.
This is a nice place.

[Mr. Jones]
Yeah, its cool. It's cool. Did you order yet?

[Broad]
No, baby. I was waitin' on you, baby?

[Mr. Jones]
What? What's happenin'?

[Broad]
That guy's been staring at me since I've sat down.

[Mr. Jones]
What dude?

[Broad]
You know him?

[Mr. Jones]
What dude?

[Broad]
That guy over there.

[Mr. Jones]
Over where? Aw, shit.

[Broad]
Baby, what's wrong?

[Mr. Jones]
Damn, don't worry about it!
Just, damn, just, just be cool, just be cool.

[Broad]
Baby, he's walkin' over here now.

[Mr. Jones]
Oh, shit.

[Broad]
Baby, he's, baby he's goin' in his jacket.

[Krayzie]
Message for Mr. Jones, motherf*cker!

[Broad]
Oh, shit!

[Mr. Jones]
Cover your head.

[Krayzie]
Punk motherf*cker. Punk motherf*cker!
F*ck you! Get the f*ck out my way! Get the f*ck out my way!
F*ck you! Get the f*ck out my way. Get the f*ck out my way.
A Bystander My leg! My leg!
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[Krayzie]
Aw shit. Excuse me man, excuse me.

[Waiter]
Uh, yes sir?

[Krayzie]
Could you tell me where the payphone at in here or something?

[Waiter]
Certainly. Back there by the wine racks.

[Krayzie]
All right, thanks a lot. Thank you, thank you.

[Waiter]
Oh, you're welcome sir.

[Krayzie]
Shit. It's a classy-ass, motherf*cking restaurant.
Know this motherf*cker got the money, punk motherf*cker.
Shit.
His contact Hello?
Yeah, hello?

[Contact]
What's happening?

[Krayzie]
Yeah, I'm in the motherf*cking spot now, man

[Contact]
He there?

[Krayzie]
I don't see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. He got
Reservations.

[Contact]
All right, handle your business.

[Krayzie]
I think I see his broad comin' in right now
Contact Right on time.
So don't worry about shit.
I'm a handle this nigga, man. This nigga in a
Classy-ass, motherf*cking' restaurant,
I know this nigga got the motherf*cking money.
Don't worry about shit, I'm a have it.
All right?

[Contact]
No mercy, nigga.

[Krayzie]
Alright.

[Broad]
Excuse me.

[Waiter]
Uh, yes ma'am.

[Broad]
I have a reservation. It's for Jones.

[Waiter]
For Jones? Let me see here for a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called. He
Said, he is running late,
But I am to seat you now.

[Broad]
Okay, thank you.

[Waiter]
Follow me this way.
Here you go ma'am.
Um, would you like to start with
Something to drink while you wait?

[Broad]
Do you have a Chardonnay?

[Waiter]
Most certainly, coming right up.
Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now.
Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening?

[Mr. Jones]
Hey, what's up? What's up? What's up?

[Broad]
Hi, baby.

[Mr. Jones]
Hey, baby. Damn.

[Broad]
Baby, what took you so long?
I been just waitin' and waitin'.
This is a nice place.

[Mr. Jones]
Yeah, its cool. It's cool. Did you order yet?

[Broad]
No, baby. I was waitin' on you, baby?

[Mr. Jones]
What? What's happenin'?

[Broad]
That guy's been staring at me since I've sat down.

[Mr. Jones]
What dude?

[Broad]
You know him?

[Mr. Jones]
What dude?

[Broad]
That guy over there.

[Mr. Jones]
Over where? Aw, shit.

[Broad]
Baby, what's wrong?

[Mr. Jones]
Damn, don't worry about it!
Just, damn, just, just be cool, just be cool.

[Broad]
Baby, he's walkin' over here now.

[Mr. Jones]
Oh, shit.

[Broad]
Baby, he's, baby he's goin' in his jacket.

[Krayzie]
Message for Mr. Jones, motherf*cker!

[Broad]
Oh, shit!

[Mr. Jones]
Cover your head.

[Krayzie]
Punk motherf*cker. Punk motherf*cker!
F*ck you! Get the f*ck out my way! Get the f*ck out my way!
F*ck you! Get the f*ck out my way. Get the f*ck out my way.
A Bystander My leg! My leg!
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Writer: ANTHONY HENDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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