Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
Yellow tabs on my
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
gettin' buck
If you with me, let me see you tear the, tear the club up
Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, won't stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind
gettin' buck
If you with me, let me see you tear the, tear the club up
Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, won't stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind
Joshua, give me a beat, man
I am a star with a worldwide song
You're a steroid experiment
Gone terribly wrong
You sucked in the NFL, the truth hurts
[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
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
I would rap on the block understood by the crooks
So I knew that I had it
I walked the halls and the block with OG
It was risky as fuck say they knew
with me
Girl can’t walk in with me
Can’t walk in with me
Boy you can’t walk in with me
Nah, walk off enemy
Girl you can’t walk in with Guwap
Stop, stop
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
finna stop
Car scheme, I take your life with my ice on
It's like I got the high beam head lights on
My wrist glow cause I get do like taekwon
Rap and sell
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
And put his faith in rappin'
I'll pop a slug you can't stop
The blood with no paper napkins
Bust the steel then your blood is spilled
Shit mistakes could
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Double Up
Women don't stop when I walk up in the club
See your girl with her girl and try to get a group hug
Get 'em to the hotel get some group love
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
bed warm with a cutthroat n****
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
I never had a day
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