Now anywhere me go, the people *** tell me for guan
So right now pass up on time, come for nice off 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
Circle, circle, it name come
Cool as a cucumber when me at the mic
Stand up the lead drummer and put the mic in me palm
Lyric choo-choo
Come out like locomotion
Give the people versatility enough portion
When they love it, they show appreciation
All the women start to R-U-S-H, I'm on
And all of me brethren are tell me for
Just, just, just, just, just, just
Just, just, just, just, just, just
Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan
Guan, Guan
It name Guan
A side of vocal, B side of version
Hear the booth through the bass, the desks 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 would tell you when me
Mash up the telly when me
Mash up the telly when me
Mash up the telly when me
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
18, Danger Mouse and He-Man
There was only one way I could solve the problem
Which was 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
One, one, one, one, one, one
It ain't one
Me mommy 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,
ponder 23rd Psalm
Then put it in my cup for spiritual protection
Me mommy raise the babies my daddy raised
M-O-N-E, why my daddy raise corn?
I got different junior, secondary education
Got expelled in the fourth, never took an exam
Tried a couple jobs, but them never last long
One day me mommy ask me this one question
Why we have a door when you turn a big man?
She say, mommy, you pay listen and don't get me wrong
I'm not gonna be a worker or a politician
I'll be a MC
I'll be a MC
I'll be a singer and nice off the land
She smile, she kiss me, she wrap me in her arms
She say, daddy, what we do?
Them boy, if we just, just, just, just, just, just, just
One, one, one, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one, one, one
MC's not a button without style and pattern
MC's not a button without style and pattern
To get an answer, you have to ask a question
What is Pato Miguel'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
Pupapato a principle
Ride bicycle, not tricycle

Ugly woman, you fecicle
You no want no girl with freckle
No regal 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 capable
Cause I know he is so evil
Little lot of racial people
They give praises to the devil
And even have a ritual
And to judge that is a bumble
But before me come a dance
A man that's strictly right, that's horrible
Well, I open the door with the brush
With the teeth to make them look beautiful
A little bit of honey
To fix up a house vowel
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 wiggle and jiggle
When the people see me dance
They might tell me fe
Juss, juss, juss, juss, juss, juss, juss
Juss, juss, juss
Guhan, guhan
Guhan, guhan
Guhan, guhan
Guhan, guhan
Flash it
Guhan, guhan