Lyrics:
Mary-go-round, round and round
Oh let the Mary-go-round, pass the sweet
If yous a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air with this muthafuckin three time user
rapper by his platinum new chain
Where are the mathematics, what are you adding to the game
I'm the Aku Aku mask in Crash Bandicoot's lane
Just tryna guide
(sp?),
Mike Collier (sp?)...
Buz Aldrin, Neil Armstong, Mike Collier...
Buz Aldrin, Mike Collier....
This is Apollo control...
Twenty-seven thousand feet
wants more than me
She want 3 D's, 4 D's, 5 D's
Man I swear to god she's a pro with them high knees
Man I'm just playing
Just x'ing out the haters and I
when you rhyming
Wontumi reachi your dreams in bed enti na kwame debia me menyani
S3 many3 yie ahh me fiefuo no 3nya me
I don’t miss my shots nti s3 meni
pour up the rum
Shawty she screaming I'm up in her bum
She be an op thot she ain't the one
I tell that little bitch to wait
Three Eight Ten man you know
I’m a higher than a bitch, I’m in a different land (different land)
Blowing Doja (Doja), it’s 3 am (3 am)
Backwoods burning slow, I’m smoking different
she?s back in the control room right now. You know, if you keep calm instead of turning purple like that, only your problems would solve themselves.
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes, that boy's not right
Three years ago when I
cootie in the chair, tical
You're all (Mary J., Yall)
I need (and Methical)
To get by
(Like sweet morning dew) yeah, yeah
(W-w-wild, I'm about
Stay on my Grind
Making em hundreds
YOU CANT BLOCK MY SHINE!
[Yeah]
3ny3 ni3 wo3ka na 3b3ka me coat
Sika na mep3
Man i dey on my toes
24/7
I swear
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
(Car 6-7, car 6-7, where are you?)
(Come in 6-7, 6-7, can you hear me?)
Hey Control, this is 6-7 here
I can hear you loud and I can hear you
the book of the seven seals
You know God walked down
In the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
And he refused to answer
'Cause he was naked
here we go now
What's up (music make you lose control)
Misdemeanor's in the house, yeah
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
Fatman
of war, writin' rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul
extraordinaire
The man that scrapped with lions, hibernated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill,
Mary-go-round, round and round
Oh let the Mary-go-round, pass the sweet
If yous a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air with this muthafuckin three time user
here we go now
What's up (music make you lose control)
Misdemeanor's in the house, yeah
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
Fatman
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
early.
Seven more as a clapper to ring in the bell,
Seven to run from the apes of hell,
Seven to run from the apes of hell,
As the sun shines down so
weigh it by five
Sold the whole zip aint care to get high
Some niggas stay high but can barley get by
Learn from the next man L like its mine
Spliffin'
the Book of the Seven Seals
Christ came on Easter mornin'
Mary Maggs was down to see
Go tell my disciples
To meet me in Galilee
Tell me who's that writin'
on a daily basis
I count the money, man I'm already rich
I go so hard with these riches
I fell in love with the dodie
I fell in love with the Rollie
Wake
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