Mr. Marcelo is an American rapper who was briefly signed to No Limit Records in 2000. Taking his name from New Orleans mobster, Carlos Marcello, Mr. Marcelo released his debut album, Brick Livin' through No Limit Records on July 25, 2000. Though it received good reviews, the album failed to make it very high on the charts, only making it to #172 on the Billboard 200 and #43 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums.
Mr. Marcelo was born and raised in the Magnolia Projects of New Orleans, Louisiana. He is the elder brother of rapper Currensy.
He achieved local success in 1992 with a song called "Hey P-Popper", which was a very popular dance at that time. In 2000 he was featured on the 504 Boyz single "Whodi", and released his first album, Brick Livin', his only hit. In 2001 he released a second album, Streetz Got Luv 4 Me, which was not successful. He released a third album, Still Brick Livin' , in 2004 on his own label, Brick Livin Entertainment, and a fourth album, Son of Magnolia, in 2006 on the Ball or Fall Records label. He has also released several mixtapes through Brick Livin Entertainment.
.mr is the Internet country code top-level domain (ccTLD) for Mauritania. A local contact is required to register a domain name under .mr. Registrations are taken directly at the second level, but a .gov.mr second level domain exists in which governmental sites can be found at the third level.
Mister, usually written in its abbreviated form Mr. (US) or Mr (US & UK), is a commonly-used English honorific for men under the rank of knighthood. The title derived from earlier forms of master, as the equivalent female titles Mrs, Miss, and Ms all derived from earlier forms of mistress. Master is sometimes still used as an honorific for boys and young men, but its use is increasingly uncommon.
The modern plural form is Misters, although its usual formal abbreviation Messrs(.) derives from use of the French title messieurs in the 18th century.Messieurs is the plural of monsieur (originally mon sieur, "my lord"), formed by declining both of its constituent parts separately.
Historically, mister—like Sir or my lord—was applied only to those above one's own status in the peerage. This understanding is now obsolete, as it was gradually expanded as a mark of respect to those of equal status and then to all gentlemen. It is now used indiscriminately.
In past centuries, Mr was used with a first name to distinguish among family members who might otherwise be confused in conversation: Mr Doe would be the eldest present; younger brothers or cousins were then referred to as Mr Richard Doe and Mr William Doe and so on. Such usage survived longer in family-owned business or when domestic servants were referring to adult male family members with the same surname: "Mr Robert and Mr Richard will be out this evening, but Mr Edward is dining in," but such usage today is rare in American culture but still quite common in others as a sign of respect when first names are being used, the last name is not known, or where English is not the mother tongue.
Mister also known as Mr. is a Hong Kong, Chinese rock band composed of lead vocalist Alan Po, rhythm guitarist Ronny Lay, lead guitarist Quincy Tam, bassist and backing vocalist Desmond Tam, and drummer Tom To.
The quintet originated from the underground indie scene where they were known as White Noise. Their breakthrough performance was their gig at Alan Tam's birthday party. They were subsequently recommended to Universal Music by himself who was deeply impressed by their skill and talent.
[Chorus: Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have a family of mine
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel, trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have a family of mine
[Mr. Marcelo]
Me and my girl, better yet me and my shawty
Early morn', smoke a blunt, drink a half of forty
What's the half baby?, you know you got to be down
And show me love, cause don't nobody want no scrub
What's up?, you know the half baby, cause it's you
And ain't no better picture than this 80 and you
I know the money ain't right, but soon it will be
I'ma make a better life for you if it kills me
In a mintue, it's gonna be gravy, you ain't gonna want for shit
Not cause you stuck with a nigga, because you deserve the shit
Young black queen, you need one on your team
When it rains and it storms, you'll be sleeping in arms
Deep in a poem, lies around, that shows your trust
it shows those times that y'all fussed, it didn't mean that much
For such a little thang, it's all blown up in flames
Now you think I'm 'bout to pack and leave my lil' mane?
Hell no, it ain't that easy, when done been through to much
It's some shit, down the toilet,kinda hard to flush
Hush, close your mouth, cause I'm through with that fussin'
Hit the lights, bump the Lauryn Hill, let's start this lovin'
[Chorus: Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have a family of mine
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel, trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have a family of mine
[Mr. Marcelo]
Diamond rangs and big chains, you can have those thangs
Jags, Coups, Camry hoops, you can have those thangs
That's nothing to a player when he's made it to his label
We make love all night long with big faces on the table
Remember that house you talked about?, two hundred arces of land
Fuck cars, we ride stars, or doonebuggies in the sand
Sippin' moet, a night that you'll never forget
Pour champange down your chest and you're drippin' wet
You think it's a game?, nah baby this everlasting
At night, on your wrist, they feel platinum plasterd
Private jets, 50 jets, from Cali to Texas
In the morning, when you're awake, it's just some kind ghetto breakfast
Me and you baby, motherfuck the haters
Cause it's made when we step we rock the two-tone gators
Served proper by the waiters, all food be catered
You ain't gotta see the kitchen, you just lay there and say it
If you want something, you ain't gottta ask for nothing
It's the new millenuim baby, push the button
You wanna take a vaction, how far you wanna go?
Africa?, Jamica?, France?, or Puerto Rico?
[Chorus: Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have a family of mine
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel, trying to get a nutt
Thought it was love seems like it turned to lust
Tell me what's up, baby am I wasting my time?
I would love to get with you, and have a family of mine