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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Jordan Hill (Jordan Hill) · Sugar Hill Snapshots: A Quick Sampling of Sugar Hill Bestsellers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Mix Show 3: The Ultimate Club Mix (The Happy Boys) – and 90 other albums »


I fit snubs and Swizz the mix it's like drugs
So, watch the clubs get hi-yi-yi
Feel like Cali when I drop by why
Bodies dropping and all the mami's
Chef Boyardee
How I be cooking 
The way I whip it up in the kitchen
My recipe for love 
That's what you came for
If it gets too hot don't worry
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
I was drunk by noon on new years day
In the hills outside of town some place
With the smoke and the wine
And a stranger's eyes

Smoke
high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't - that
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner

[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
beers

Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great

For righting wrongs
You
Alright now that we got that out of the way, lets double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, we're in the club
You're trying to decide whether
Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can
Gucci luggage

I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly **** with gray eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? 'Cause I can vision
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (Boss)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even
to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin'
honda
she got you woozy, got you sick to the stomach
the girl's a club hoe, a two shine dub hoe
not far from a drug hoe, get your back by the PO-PO
you
they play in the club, 
I keep them moving till i leave, thats what they paying me for, 
You already know what i do, 
So have my money and my munchies
like Kansas City
She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core essentials
With her legs sprawled out like the Air Jordan symbol
She be twenty
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from

Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (boss)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell
Touch your P--sy for me, yea
Mix it up, put it down, I'm spendin' shorty

[Chorus]
Put it on me (And you know just what to do)
Put it on me (and you
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (Boss)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even
the belt
Move the kids to the hills (Boss)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I'm
high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't - that
Jordans and Waltons
Went in for the cage, and winded up staying
In Kentucky it was meth but Miami they was basing
Rap my ass off then I'll see ya
Jordans and Waltons
Went in for the cage, and winded up staying
In Kentucky it was meth but Miami they was basing
Rap my ass off then I'll see ya
the Gull Reef Club  Bordered on hand to hand combat / Henny You beat the odds, water Gods now it's time for "shalom"  Hey Mr. Paperman, I think it's time