Now anywhere me go, the people *** tell me for guan
So right now pass up on time, come for nice up the lawn
With the music I think of
Guan, it name Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan, Guan, Guan, Guan, Guan
It name Guan, G-W-A-R-N spells Guan
S-T-O-R-M spells Storm
After a storm, there must be a C-A-L-M
Secu-secu-li name come
Cool as a cucumber when me add a mic
Stand up the lead drummer and put the mic in me palm
Lyrics choo-choo
Come out like locomotion
Give the people versatility enough caution
When they love it they show appreciation
All the women start to R-U-S-H, I'm man
And all of me brethren are tell me for
Just, just, just, just, just, just, just
Kwan, Kwan, Kwan, Kwan, Kwan, Kwan, Kwan, Kwan, Kwan, it name Kwan
A side a vocal, B side a version, hear the booth through the, they say this through the horn
Sound is not a sound without a midsection, like a house is not a home without a television
If you don't believe me, ask my woman, she will tell you when me, mash up the telly when me
Mash up the telly when me, mash up the television
It's like the old house was in contention, the kids were giving me a lot of adoration
Ballin' wah, wah, wah, wanna see Batman, A-Team, Danger Mouse and He-Man
There was only one way I could solve the problem, we tried to catch a taxi, daughter re-diffusion
Rent a telly, take it home and plug it in and turn it down
When my woman see the telly, she say, honey, you be just, just, just, just, just, just, just
One, one
One, one
One, one
Flash it
One, one
One, one
One, one
It ain't Kwan
Me mami show me lovin from the day that me born
Fill me belly clean me body wrap me up give me warm
She open up the Bible c'on the 23rd Psalm
Let put it in my cart for sure

Spiritual protection
Me mami raised the babies
My daddy raised
M-O-N-E-Y
My daddy raised corn
I got different junior secondary education
That expelled in the fourth
Never took an exam
Tried a couple jobs
But them never last long
One day me mami asked me this one question
Why we have to do
When you turn a big man
She said mami you pay listen
And don't get me wrong
I'm not gonna be a worker or a politician
I'll be a MC, a singer
And nice of the land
She smiled, she kissed me
She wrapped me in her arms
She said if that's what you want me to do
Then why if it
Just, just, just, just, just, just, just
Guan, Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan, Guan
He named Guan
A MC's not a button without style and pattern
To get an answer you have to ask a question
What is Pato Migol's name?
Origination
Around the microphone me have presentation
Me have more lyric than desert of sand
More lyric than water in the Mediterranean
More lyric than fish in the wide ocean
Pato lyric on a scale must weigh a ton
This is a fact and not fiction
With me it be a little exaggeration
Every mickle make a muckle
Every muckle make a mickle
Pupa, pato, a principle
Ride bicycle, not tricycle
Ugly woman you feel sickle?
When I want no girl with freckle
No a girl that miserable
For that would be so terrible
And to judge her I am faithful
Thanks and praise they are essential
I'm the devil, I am careful
Cause I know he is so evil
A lot of racial people they give praises to the devil
And even have a ritual
And to judge that is a bumble
Before me come a dance
A man that's strictly right, that's horrible
Pull it up and down with the brush
With the teeth to make them look beautiful
A little bit of honey
To fix up a house vocal
Then slap to the dance
To jump from cross
And wiggle and jiggle and wiggle and jiggle
And wiggle and jiggle and wiggle and jiggle
And wiggle and jiggle and dance
When the people see me
Dance them a tell me fi
Just, just, just, just, just, just, just
Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan
Go there!
Guan, Guan
Flash it!
Guan, Guan
This is Guan