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dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine
Fuck, hell nah nigga I been
the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Endo Sack, make me slack?
Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin Swiss cheesed up

Please don't blow my high
Don't blow my high
When
dawg, you got that good
Up in tha hood we callin' mint

Right another thing we do is blow call, it blew
We blow callin' cocaine, fuck head nah nigga
I've
Take the truth and
Mix it up with lies
Why do the good girls
Always go for the bad boys
What makes them want to take that lonely ride
Why do angels
Out on the street
The summer heat
Boys playing games
Changing their names
Pulling tricks
Getting their kicks
All the way down
Let it ride

Meetin
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up

Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
me were you satisfied?
Did you mix it?
Did you like it?
Oh! tell me was it good to you
I wanna know did you make enough money?
Did you make enough
Written by (traditional).


I went down to the station
I leaned up against the door
Yeah, I went down to the station
I leaned up against the door
I
on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush in the toilet,
Them say did someone
and, and pumping Trick
Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed.
I got love for Rick, and congrats you made it,
I was a fan from the mix tape you
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up

Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
Hot Damn

My how the boys grow?
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole 'nother zone 
Still true to his
blazing up good kill 
Popping the trunk, and gripping a wood wheel 
Smoking on kryptonite, twist it tight 
(what's that boy), chronic leaves mixed with
[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
Loaded double barrel blow you to pieces.

Let's do a toast for our lone star state,
(Put 'em up) shotgun heavy drinking booze all day.
I'm back
hammer on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage I'ma (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so rough boy, creepin up the backside
Mix-A-Lot sign 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT)

(*solo
to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house up to something
Selling
up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got
And lemme let em I met em
I told my boys forget em
An what they did got rid of me
Negative
But ninety four got stunts and blunts in da mix
I hear
patience runnin' thinner
Backstabbed by her friend Katrina
If your life is tasting bitter
My boy Jack can make it sweeter
This that, this that, shake it,
Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy, stretch
The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow,
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow,
Let ya hair blow, Let ya hair blow,

I drive real