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The Sound of Swedish House (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Sound Of Swedish House: Unmixed For DJ’s (Hutchinson, Hutch) · How Soon Is Now? (The Smiths) · How Soon Is Now?: The Songs of the Smiths By... (Hundred Reasons) · Now, Soon, Someday (Beans) · How Soon Is Now? (The Smiths) · Not Now, But Soon (Imogen Heap) · How Soon Is Now (t.A.T.u.) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Ake Persson Swedish All Stars (Ake Persson) – and 90 other albums »


[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 sticks
Remember to keep the de la/de la/native tongue
In the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
come back when you get off tour" 
Souped as hell; I really regret it 
Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit 
How can a man like me 
Be
keep punching
We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now, solid

I concur time it slurs and it blurs
The vision like
keep punching
We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now, solid

I concur time it slurs and it blurs
The vision like
her she my main girl, main dog, that's my name, Paul

[DJ Paul]
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was
how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable
Better be a prisoner
The hit man is the
Brother wit' charisma

Showing you that
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave
dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But
how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable
Better be a prisoner
The hit man is the
Brother wit' charisma

Showing you that
nuh chat to man pon phone straight up to the max
Yuh have fax machine so is only by fax
Di way how yuh a boom everthing soon callapse

(Repeat
do
Nobody, no one does it better

Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us

(Repeat chorus 2x)

(Juicy J)

First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind
How I'm a hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And Molly boots the next door
I'm getting
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
the jackin
Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in
I'ts just like deja vu, again and then again bitch

[Girl]
Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG
Do you
wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaican niggas who
name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind
How I'm a hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And Molly boots the next door
I'm getting
the rear

Saw my peers and heads I haven't seen in years
Now I was getting caught up in the nightlife mix
Then I see my main man from my old time clique
barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is
me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner
The hit man is the, brother wit' charisma
Showing
dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.

The American media, greedier than the average
Intro
Worda wordee wordoo
And this is how we do
It's the official language
Of the Phat Family crew


Verse 1
Remember me and Jizzoe
Young kids back
why attempt to go against the livest clique?
Firm knowing you'll burn soon as the fire's lit
and by the time it sets in I'll be a veteran
aiming for