fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack them for
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
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up, like a prune-a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune up For the pink cadillac cause it's block is off And have more use, than a public park for
thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it Still brinin' satin for them draws Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary
thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it Still bringin satin for them drawers Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause Rollin' up cannabis seteva, hittin' the Mary
next to this man, who, you know She had tried to start conversations And only, really the only thing she did heard him say was Was to order his Bloody Mary
who, ya know, She had tried to start a conversation with, but the only, really the only thing she had heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. And
yourself Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary
Seoul/Sudan have in common? Both start with an S Deep as a virus Little Mary Little Mary From scratchless I ascend Stamps tongue-swabbed Now embark for
they?ve seen? My baby?s out there in his spacecraft Searching for some energy, gee Oh, that devil moon How can you create when you can?t stay stay in tune
Tune the fiddle , strain the bow Take it handy for the first few sets Sure there's hardly anyone listening yet Thomas and Mary out on the floor Well