Lyrics:
Yo posse check, 1, 2, woah
Check dutty
W woah this is Tony Mentally Ill
Tony Matterhorn and me
A tell you say, see Sean Paul
The brand new youth inna
even see it, me neva see--
Officer:
Licence and registration, licence and registration please
Sean Paul:
Aright, everyting is in order
O:
Sean Paul
jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like Paul McCartney, get funky like Etta James
paint house, you paint
What you paint?
No, No, No, musical artist
Music artist, you play instrument
Look inside di car if you see any instrument
that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre,
And this I know his teeth as white as snow
What a gas it was to see him
Walk her everyday into a shady place
With her lips she said
She said,
And this I know his teeth as white as snow
What a gas it was to see him
Walk her everyday into a shady place
With her lips she said
She said,
(Noel Paul Stookey)
[Entirely spoken performance by Paul Stookey]
Life – whether it was the sign of Paul
McCartney grabbing me and saying, 'It's OK
He doesn't
Bite, ' or the New York Times cover
Or the Time
(magazine)
The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique, ask for Janice
The number is 718-498-1043
That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn
The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique ask for Janice
The number is (718) 498-1043
That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn
& there's a geezer called Paul
Who's so thin & so tall
& sure wants to be a star
(chorus)
(x6): See the singer lookin'...
Sweet
cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit
Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me
been saying my entire life
Whether it’s the cosign
Of Paul McCartney grabbing me
And saying, "It’s okay
He doesn’t bite white people
" or the New York
Ayo, swing swing swing, to chop chop chop
Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped
Don't come around town without the hip in your hop
'Cause when
And the daughter of the moon
Speaking of dreams
You took me to see the paintings of Paul Gaughin
Speaking of dreams
We stood in the midst of waterfalls,
or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related (yeah)
That girl is a real crowd pleaser (oh, yeah)
Small world, all her friends know of me
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All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
land in
Don't even trust uppity white folks
Keep the cannon tuck
Niggas tryin' to lean on Jay
Shots gon' stand you up
Glocks gon' pop, y'all not
And I'd never have an empty bottle or an empty bed
And as cool as Paul Newman is I bet Steve could whup his head
Steve McQueen
Bullet was my favorite
on together
And MC, you know we belong together (come on)
Come on
I lost a part of me
When you left, boy, can't you see
Boy, come back baby please
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