Lyrics:
to Mary J, babe with the real love
Young jefe, you can call me boss hog
See me creeping in the night? that’s my day job
That Astro, Manila heartthrob
2k
peacefully
and every man in the bar looked at me
and they said old man dont you see
that we were all touched by mary just like you
now she lives on in our
amazing
I wanna ride with you
I wanna smoke with you
I'm coming to get you
Girl you know I gotta hit you like
Mary Jane, I never been the same since
one love
Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods
Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
But
though
I know that's your girl cause
Mary J Blige all she wanted was real love
I be with the hustlers
Shakers and movers the killers the real thugs
She said she gon' cuff me, handcuffs, uh Got my heart in prison, I don't need no public
Defender She got Mary J. Blige on repeat, real love
Is being
tires like I'm tryna get high
Moms talk to me like I'm Marty McFly
I can make 'em sing like Mary J. Blige
Little boy, you lookin' up to me like I'm 8'5"
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
, That wants to give the love up
But ICE ain't got no time for games
I need a real love, Like Mary J. Blige know what I'm sayin
But the odds are still
Juana.
She's by my side, she's a ride or die, she does a little more than just get me high
Fuck it dawg i'm all outta wack mang, me and mary we about
Got you lookin' lil' somethin' like Mary J. Blige
Don't mind my eyes
They bloodshot
From smokin' bout 4 bags of weed in the parking lot
So wassup bitch,
believe in the grind
Not intelligent design
And not anything divine
It's a fact that she is fine like the song by Mary J. Blige
In that sense I'm tryna be
believe in the grind
Not intelligent design
And not anything divine
It's a fact that she is fine like the song by Mary J. Blige
In that sense I'm tryna be
like G&B as far as product
The girl and the boy, G&B, see the logic?
If we debating Grammys 'least we even on the target
I'm targeting a dollar
pump from my lap at all times
(times)
Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times
Now it's no more drama
It's that Mary J Blige
Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed
Gudio tell em
[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]
MP4, six spacecraft in the mix, kissin Mary J. Blige
on Earth was quite normal,
as Dr. Octagon,
I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal
He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a restaurant brawl
"Mary J. Blige, my
with fives in his eyes
not that I'm gon cry for Mary Blige
I die for my niggaz packin steel
Chicken heads with sex appeal
reveal sexual acts up in
me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize
Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige
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