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pimp this gift 
That only I possess 
I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest 
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple 
Km
pimp this gift 
That only I possess 
I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest 
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple 
Km
told the bartender
Mix rum and whatever you have
First one drink, then two then I woke up with you
So I know things can't be all that bad
But it's
platinum LPs
But you still can't feel me
Boy the head don't get fat if you know where your at
Instead of ridin my back, check your own dat and that's facts
I told the bartender
Mix rum and whatever you have
First one drink then two
Then I woke up with you so I
Know things can't be all that bad
But
do I wont be true to my game
Word up

I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms
I
you stripping, that's a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck
Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock
I wreck so
to dance with you,my man
Get on the floor and work it out if you can
Here's my ulterior motive,I mean my game plan
It doesn't hurt to flirt,just go 'head
the garage, I'm a get me in that man

My Bad Side

I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot man
I know well listen, take him out man
He dissed my sister
Don't let
Her, her, me, man I just can't get enough
All up in my tub, steady poppin bub
Who is she to you when she reply first cuz
Man I can tell they so
rich, 40 chicks in the mix
How freaky can shorty get
Domino effect, one by one, they all go down
I'll be done by the sun... up
I got stamina
If I can't
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
on my white Ewings
I'm out the door
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm
on my white Ewings
I'm out the door
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm
on my white Ewings
I'm out the door
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm
knees
I be so blink dat I can't think, mane I'm so full of dat weed
want to blow a gun? Hell naw, but you know I get smoked
mane fuck my nose, it is my
[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
I'm in a state of yo
So if I go to the spliff that I passed
Mix it back with the slack from my man
With a tan sitting by the fan
In a heavy,
an asshole
Full of parole that go hand in hand
Fuck hot that's humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Columbia
My
crib
Let's go

Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I'm bout to double up
You know I'm 'bout to double up
she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right
You know it ain't right
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes
When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel
Can't hold your mic, like your
got the infrared, hoverin above my head
Aimin pistols with backup from wench hoes
But they can't get close enough
to put the tazer on me, or my homies