tracing the window pane up and down, up and down Follow the crystal air to the snowflake village where people made of gumdrops greet you; Merry mornings Mr. Pine
, Mr. Pine doesn't wait till after nine There's not a friend he's had to buy Keeps his head above the sky Ain't got much, and he don't ask why Oh, Mr
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that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There's no escape
buzz on I've tried It all from Tennessee Whiskey To Ozark Mountain Moonshine But it's her sweet love that packs the punch And keeps me higher than a Georgia pine Mr
your tracks need tune-ups Lil' niglette! What the fuck you recordin, "My Nig' Jr.?" (THE GAME AIN'T CHANGED!) It just got harder Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr
middle Pine Ridge my elementary School of hip hop 1979 And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin So Mr
they can't fade me I'm Chrome Carleone Paul & Juicy who pay me [Granddaddy Souf] Well its ya boy Grandaddy (Souf) call me Mr. Man Fuckin all ya aunties
dance, oh-whoo Na-na-na Im in my dance proof so Na-na-na Mr. china wine do di dutty wine Everybody everybody china wine china wine Mr. china wine do
: geek rock fun facts ufo contacts watch the pink kross glow in day-glo suck on shakes we`re cursed with aliens in the pines the dogs will pine dissipate
If you ever get the heart to try fuckin with mines No change, I'm poppin the nine, you ridin the pine {"break 'em off somethin"} The heavy metal knock
(Yeah) We now got the whole world doing our dance homeboy (AAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!) Whats crackin X, Dov C (What, what yeah) Bringin it to ya live and direct Wit my homeboy Mr
me wanna break you off babe [verse] shawty wat it is whats on ya mind? ya miss me fresh out hit da button top recline im glowing on the pine down martin
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fuckin' parties grabbin' money off the ground Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades
catch me on banewick Looking sick in a six And some schweiz on my wrist Now picture this You got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. jackson's dope
wanna break you off babe Now shawty what it is, what's on your mind? You need some fresh air, push the button the top recline I'm blowin' on the pine
need, bad seed, untaimable beast) Everybody around me always think they know what's going on inside my mind, they think I'm Mr. Nice Guy all the time
