Songtexte:
Mary Mary The Real Thing

holiday, not just a holiday A gift that is always Yes he is the real thing He is the real thing, He is the real thing He is the real, the real thing. (

a holiday, not just a holiday A gift that is always Yes he is the real thing He is the real thing, He is the real thing He is the real, the real thing

Here trying to put it on you fools trying to run up in (what's the matter Big Momma, don't you like what you see) Like my girl Mary B. you just ain't

and feel my thing Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing One time while I get on Verse Four: Method Man Here come that real rap shit Criminology, yeah

beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit..(Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other so for real without the candy

Louisiana in the broad daylight This is down in the swampland, anything goes It's alligator bait and the bars don't close It's the real thing down in

and glass bracelets Avian water's ya choice, put ice I'm missing a g-note, fixed price But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes

find something to do better bet! I said subtract so shut up that, nonsense about some solid solid.. I gots in crunk if it ain't real ain't right I'm like

the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real