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Beepers, Benzos & Booty: The Best of Sir Mix-a-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · Playlist: The Very Best of Sir Mix-A-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Sir Duke (Edward Kennedy Ellington) · The Best of Doug Sahm & the Sir Douglas Quintet 1968-1975 (The Sir Douglas Quintet) · Sir Charles Thompson and His Band (With Coleman Hawkins) (Sir Charles Thompson) · The Best of Doug Sahm & the Sir Douglas Quintet 1968-1975 (The Sir Douglas Quintet) · Sir Douglas Quintet Live (The Sir Douglas Quintet) – and 90 other albums »


[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
national anthem

Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
for drama,
Mix a lot with my son, my son growin' and he learnin' a lot,
That's what I'm toastin', that's what I'm burin', so pop,
Right on your own,
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this

[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)

[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
on everybody's mix tape
Now for your album you're left with shit you wrote in sixth grade
That's why I don't rhyme on mix tapes
I mix hate and science and spit
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone 

Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot 
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
Uh!

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I
And this is federal
So prime time
Half the time you open wide
And my reflection's in your eyes
It's like the liquor on the counter
Makin money by the hour
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
to rappers that are intelligent
Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irrelevant
A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard
at the end of the date
She want a kiss
And some dick

That's how blind dates
Get f***ed up

Say we got a real crew
With a lot of skill
And only one
knives (soooo serious)

(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)

(Manny Fresh)
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F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature
Couldn't give a shit about your album either
I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, No…
You
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old

[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)

I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
it's done, uh

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
some-bo-dy
And by bein in the bright spotlight, you learn a lot like
if you got ends, well then you got friends
If you got dough, well then you got hoes