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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) · Yes Sir That's My Baby: The Golden Years of Tin Pan Alley (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Jazz in the Charts, Vol. 4: Yes Sir, That's My Baby 1925-1926 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Yes Sir - That's My Baby (Firehouse Five Plus Two) · Those Wonderful Years, Vol. 19: Yes Sir! That's My Baby (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Yes Sir, That's My Baby: The Songs of Walter Donaldson (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hits of '25: Yes Sir, That's My Baby! (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick, Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles, Let's go 8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin', And my 8 album
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot] 1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set I got tired of watchin "Good
automatic, give it to 'em one time They come back like addicts. I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir) Rollin' down 95 (yes sir) And you can see in my eyes
"Mix-A-Lot" - 4X I'll Roll You Up Yeah, how many players we got in the house? (*yelling in background*) How many Playboys we got in the house? [Sir Mix-A-Lot
got childhood scars in the streets of my life Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap Got eyes
it on, so I won't get busted You know rap stars never get trusted Baby want to get so I put it on vibrate How does Mix-A-Lot communicate With
might be upset, your dad and I got something in common Your mom kissing both our babies right before bed And like me or not, bitch I'm 'bout to light me
[ 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!'
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
niggas in every cell From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the biz' Baby, the industry's hell worth it Oh, I
Straight from Oakland, California I'm back again Short Dogg's on the mic 'bout to mack and pimp We got flavor at the Dangerous Crew camp Save ya money,
got two Stop by and have a good time its popping’ at snoops Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that Me and timberland remember we bringin’ it
going I am on and that's right baby I am ain't going out this bitch without a fight baby One request please don't bite baby I got some bomb ass pussy from
I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
off of this But baby, don't die 'til the dopamine hit, yo Ay, this one ain't for Billbo' You can stream the album on Silk Road Drug rings for more
Rudy Currence And me, I go by the name of Ludacris, right And it's a lot of people out there claim that their voices Let me know the truth, Bossa is
to retrieve seven digits But I promised I would call you when I got home But, when I got home I never did By the time I did, heard that you had a kid By some
'cause a *** horny Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go It's about 3 in the morning Got my thang, cocked 'cause
[Chorus: x2] I hope we can all get alone tonight I`m tryin` to take me somethin` home tonight Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay
and everything, everywhere! Well, Busta Rhymes Come on over here and let me talk to you son See know Dolomite just got back from some shit That you about
as they can't see our faces?) (One, Two, One Two; You got it) Wootah! Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (What?)
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)] (Peek a boo) This is the true story about a young lady I know (Peek a boo) A walkin' zombie, product
weed back seat full of garbage bags Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure Like to fuck a lot mix the business wit' the pleasure
Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top Drug money flowin' Jealousy is growin' Paranoia got him second guessin' D-T's on his back got him stressin'
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up