einfach mal Maria sag', Du bist in Not Vielleicht schickt Dir Maria 'n kleines Rettungsboot. Frag' doch mal Maria, sag', Du bist verlor'n Dein Herz ist fur Maria
Your make up is smeared down your face From all the tears you cried as you left me Now waking up alone is harder then you ever believed Now your back
s back in style now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget what's more tripped out though is they sisters nah, you aint listen, they black, they sisters
ohh Ah yea Ah ah yea [Verse 1] Somebody told me once that pain is a game that we all gotta play. Then why am I in overtime and sudden death every other
guarantee if ya gone make it home What go around come around Everybody know that it's real when you speakin' the kharma So do unto others like you wanna be done Like Mary
for fun. Writin rest in piece for the dead and gone. Thats just me, and i aint the one to stunt, but seems like im losing somebody every other month
champagne Mary jane blowin, livin life in the fast lane Gotta stay fresh, cause I live by my last name - Styles And they ain't make 'em like me in a while Black
Wake up. (Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up) Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up. (Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up) Wake up, Wake up. [Hook: Mary
every day The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the PA You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away While we killin' each other, the blacks
friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time Y'all should of shot me, in the Jimmy instead But I guess they was feeling each other
Boss lips, legs, arms, necks Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho My brain is on one track Like Mary Mary toss for crackle
nigga dime legit Boss lips, legs, arms, necks Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho My brain is on one track Like Mary, Mary
raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D My next freestyle I'ma blast through WikiLeaks {"Put some money on it"} Maserati ridin with that Mary on It's a black and
bitch for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports
at the Apollo Where Eric B. and Rakim would, "Follow, the Leader" Many nights got my dick swallowed at the Fever By any white black or Pediqua, Maria,
bottomless Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other
please don't let me be misunderstood I was watchin? T.V. the other day, right Got this white guy up there talkin? about black guys Talkin? about how young black
Sundays was better than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We
