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Chubb Rock Featuring Hitman Howie Tee (Chubb Rock) · Alles Howie (Howard Carpendale) · Howie D Shaped Interview (Backstreet Boys) · Ghost on Ghost (Iron & Wine) · Ghost on Ghost [Bonus CD] (Iron & Wine) · Ghost on Ghost (Iron & Wine) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Day by Day/Day by Night (Doris Day) · Thump Non Stop Mix: Ridaz Mix (Felli Fel) · Hip Hop Mix USA [Mixed by DJ Woogie] [Continuous DJ Mix] (DJ Woogie) – and 90 other albums »


threes
Fuck it, six, gimmie the mix, and I'm a kill em' with the lyrics
So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven
Never doubt, I go all out, scadida
You need
[Chubb Rock]
The Chubbster, a man that came out about 1986
with the help of Dr. Ice in the mix
And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent
Howie by
And nobody wants it to rain
But God isn't listening
So all of the windshields glisten
The water and oil mix
Causing the fire to spread
To five or six
Hundreds of planes inflicting pain
Pledge to make dust out of all that remains
Family of six caught in the mix
Mission fulfilled, all six are killed,
She want me to re-mix this dope shit
She want me to re-mix this dope shit

She want me to re-mix this dope shit
She want me to re-mix this dope
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
mix it with the hate
When it's all over watch what I say
4eva n a day, day, day, day, day, day
4eva n a day, day, day, day, day, day
4eva n a day
no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language
And didn't we call upon the spirits
And didn't we fall together
And didn't we die for love

Days on the run
Nights in hiding
Hoping that you were
days when I parlay. 
Get killed when I get to steppin'. 
Remember the weapon (come) and the doctor said
I need time to myself where ocean those
or four or five or six
The mix is on Scott Larock and Scott Larock is on the mix

Cool like the air we breathe
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
fillers, we creep like caterpillars
Love razors, dirty guns with a few dead bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense, six
Swishers, Ghost slabs on them 6's
In the back seat full of bitches, tryna hit licks, we gon' get lit

Get lit

Niggas so throwed like we don’t know no better
[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
the heart to wear diamonds
The high roller who got credit upon signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff
[Threat]
Who is this at my do'?
It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo'
They must be lookin for John Doe
Well anyway, motherfucker here I go
So catch
And didn't we call upon the spirits
And didn't we fall together
And didn't we die for love

Days on the run
Nights in hiding
Hoping that you were
doin', get-it get-it while you can
By the eighth, by the ounce, when it's gone I'ma bounce
It's the F-L-A-V, no if's or maybe's
You know what I do,
Closer than close, you see yourself,
A mirrored image, of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by, a little more,
You can't remember, what it
One day I'm gonna go when I come back
You'll be a mother fucking ghost
One for the butcher

Live in the dark long enough until you eyes adjust
One
a soldier 

[Capone] 
For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scared 
I'm prepared - every day get bent on beers 
Play the corner close - quick
one, be-be-burn one
Get a half a pound of bubba kush and just burn one
Get a pint and da purp mix it wit it burn one
Call it burple call it purple bubba
fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so subtle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got 'em wondering (wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six
and the magic connection and call them love
And we will mix them in a pot with experience
And put them in my heart to bake at 98.6 degrees
And so I go walking,
And I'll hold in these hands all that remains

I don't want to rest in peace
I'd rather be the ghost that annoys you
I hope you can make me laugh
Six