Royce da 5'9" - The Most Interesting Man lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - The Most Interesting Man lyrics]
Whoo kid! His charm is so contagious
Vaccines have been created for it
Years ago, he built a city
Out of blocks today
Over six hundred-thousand people live
And work there he is the only man to
Ever ace a Rorschach test
Every time he goes for a swim
Dolphins appear
Alien abductors have asked him to probe them!
(Ahahahaha) if he were to give you
Directions, you'd never get lost
And you'd arrive at least five minutes early
His legend precedes him the
Way lightning precedes thunder
He is the Most Interesting Man in the World
B-E-3, GO!
International rapper flow
The leader of the rat pack
Who’s back for more
Backpack packed that’s equipped with
Gats and more
Artillery than what I had before
Plastic explosive flow, act a ass
Leave shit stains on the game after I pass
Whoa, gotta get it, sickness
Your ho, got it, get it
All I really need is one nine, na-nine
Na-NOT! You are about to get into
The mind of a psycho
Malcolm, looking out of the
Window with a rifle other hand on the bible
Cut a nigga face up
Make a motherfucking nigga look tribal
If he got a trigger
Then he pro'lly gon' pull it
'Til he runs out, pro'lly won't sweat it
'Cause he got eeny-meeny-miney-mo' bullets!
I hit the roof, do number two
Hex Murda this one's for you
You too, Guru wake up, this one's for you
Hit a nigga with the Jay-Z
"Hold up" "Hol' up!"
Take a drink for my niggas
You lil' fruit (Ahahahaha)
That's right, I'ma bring it from the soul
Nigga! B-E-3, GO!
Only competition's the chronic gun
Going, "Simmalimmalimma, timmalimma
Simmalimma tillamimma
" it's supersonic! Ugh!
It takes one to know one, a killer
Gunshot, gunshot
One, next thing you know, no one's iller
Po'-po' fleer, piss on your chinchilla
Fuck you and your tight pants and that dance
I admit, I attack fans
Twitter beef's the shit
Finna plead the Fifth
Standing in front of a hung
Jury with one worry
Ugh, and a bitch ain't that
Patrón, Patrón, come on, come on
Drink 'til I talk to the bottle
"Royceda5" all spent out
With the "9" at the end follow!
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to The Bar Exam 3
Fuck you very much!
We got Eli Porter on the guitar
Play it, Eli, play it! Bring it from the soul
We got Tay Zonday on the keys
Play it, Tay! Bring it from the soul
Let Eli play something on the keys
Eli, play something on the keys
We gonna bring it from the soul!
Ricky Bobby! Whoo kid!
Vaccines have been created for it
Years ago, he built a city
Out of blocks today
Over six hundred-thousand people live
And work there he is the only man to
Ever ace a Rorschach test
Every time he goes for a swim
Dolphins appear
Alien abductors have asked him to probe them!
(Ahahahaha) if he were to give you
Directions, you'd never get lost
And you'd arrive at least five minutes early
His legend precedes him the
Way lightning precedes thunder
He is the Most Interesting Man in the World
B-E-3, GO!
International rapper flow
The leader of the rat pack
Who’s back for more
Backpack packed that’s equipped with
Gats and more
Artillery than what I had before
Plastic explosive flow, act a ass
Leave shit stains on the game after I pass
Whoa, gotta get it, sickness
Your ho, got it, get it
All I really need is one nine, na-nine
Na-NOT! You are about to get into
The mind of a psycho
Malcolm, looking out of the
Window with a rifle other hand on the bible
Cut a nigga face up
Make a motherfucking nigga look tribal
If he got a trigger
Then he pro'lly gon' pull it
'Til he runs out, pro'lly won't sweat it
'Cause he got eeny-meeny-miney-mo' bullets!
I hit the roof, do number two
Hex Murda this one's for you
You too, Guru wake up, this one's for you
Hit a nigga with the Jay-Z
"Hold up" "Hol' up!"
Take a drink for my niggas
You lil' fruit (Ahahahaha)
That's right, I'ma bring it from the soul
Nigga! B-E-3, GO!
Only competition's the chronic gun
Going, "Simmalimmalimma, timmalimma
Simmalimma tillamimma
" it's supersonic! Ugh!
It takes one to know one, a killer
Gunshot, gunshot
One, next thing you know, no one's iller
Po'-po' fleer, piss on your chinchilla
Fuck you and your tight pants and that dance
I admit, I attack fans
Twitter beef's the shit
Finna plead the Fifth
Standing in front of a hung
Jury with one worry
Ugh, and a bitch ain't that
Patrón, Patrón, come on, come on
Drink 'til I talk to the bottle
"Royceda5" all spent out
With the "9" at the end follow!
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to The Bar Exam 3
Fuck you very much!
We got Eli Porter on the guitar
Play it, Eli, play it! Bring it from the soul
We got Tay Zonday on the keys
Play it, Tay! Bring it from the soul
Let Eli play something on the keys
Eli, play something on the keys
We gonna bring it from the soul!
Ricky Bobby! Whoo kid!