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are you kiddin'
Lemme tell you this friends:
I am not kiddin'
I mean, I am portly and I am maroon
Well, how many people here tonight can guess what I
At home 
Drawing pictures 
Of mountain tops 
With him on top 
Lemon yellow sun 
Arms raised in a V 

Dead lay in pools of maroon below 
Daddy
I made it to my space ship
And rising all day
I don't know that I don't know
So everything is going my way!
And when you fly by pick me up
I got
At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V

Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give
in the whip with a piff lit
Go, dipping through the one way
Swoop, maroon moon burgundy coupe
Flew past
Hands through the deuce through the moon
Well twirl my turban, man alive
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big, fat, bouncin' boys
Solid avoirdupois

Mister Five by Five
Well twirl my turban, man alive
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big, fat, bouncin' boys
Solid avoir dupois

Mister Five by Five
At home, drawing pictures of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a V
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below

Daddy
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
a drag
Time was when it used to get here
Dead on quarter past
Now its almost quarter to
And still it hasn't shown
By the time I get to your place
I
with that maroon rag up?
What? Huh? Then
To your money hungry chicks that always nag us
Bagg up

[Chingy]
E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll
sent this cardinal maroon
To decorate our living room

But once upon it
The yellow bonnets
Garland all the lawn
You were waking
Day was breaking
Well twirl my turban, man alive
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big, fat, bouncin' boys
Solid avoirdupois

Mister Five by Five
wonderful you
Right before my eyes

5 minutes away, 5 minutes away
You know I been
All around the world to find
It was right at my door

5 minutes
the time that I was five,
So tired of the way that I am living now
You know I'm gonna windup alive.
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!

Mister Five by Five
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!

Mister Five by Five
My paper cuts have turned maroon 
The color of my bow 
I tied it like a noose today 
And I almost got sent home

'Cause I just sack
tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright. Around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem

Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?

I'm gonna send thee five by five
Five by the five it
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!

Mister Five by Five
At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V

Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give
As I think of how to begin this, I already thought up the ending
And if the ending dictates the way the start of it’s written
Then I’m really
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem

Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?

I'm gonna send thee five by five
Five by the five it
fuck that 

Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat 

I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin 

Westside niggaz for life,