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Albums:

Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Doin' Our Thing (Booker T. & the MG's) · Doin Fine (Gambino Slim) · Doin' Allright [Bonus Tracks] (Dexter Gordon) · Boss Drag/Boss Drag at the Beach/Doin' the Jerk/ Everyone's Gone to the Moon (The T-Bones) · Doin' It Right (Steve Azar) · Doin' What She Does Best (Etta Jones) · Doin' The New Low Down (Don Redman) · Doin' Things (Andy Stein) · [Original Song From the Spike Lee Film “Kobe: Doin’ Work] (Bruce Hornsby & The Noisemakers) – and 90 other albums »


How ya doin', all right?

I-I-I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with you
Drool, drool, drool, nearly fell off me stool

I hope you fancy
hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin' what she likes

Like
hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin' what she likes

Like
All right!
Stop whatcha doin'
'Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I look funny
But yo I'm makin' money, see
So yo world
soon a cute little number
Came and asked me to do the stomp polka
I told her I couldn't do the stomp polka
I could show her how to do the Sissy1

We
soon a cute little number
Came and asked me to do the stomp polka
I told her I couldn't do the stomp polka
I could show her how to do the Sissy1

We
Doin' what comes naturally

You don't have to go to a private school
Not to pick up a penny by a stubborn mule
You don't have to have a professor's
hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans
Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
I like doin' what she likes

Like
doing the things you do
Whose opinion are ya listening to?
Justifying, you turn it all to gray
Synchronizing to society's ways 

Society has gotten
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
What are ya doin' on Friday night 
Can it be done by two 
What are ya doin' on Saturday night 
Can I come over and spend a little while with you
, want ya
Know what you're doin' baby don't ya, don't ya

You've been lookin' over here all night
And when I look, you look away
Oh I love the little games
moved from the block
Now some mix it with soul and some mix it with rock, ya know

I luv rap music, I always have and I always will
There ain't no other
How ya doin', all right?

I-I-I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with you
Drool, drool, drool, nearly fell off me stool

I hope you fancy
Tell a little white lie
And then multiply by ten
And then, that's how a heartache begins
Mix some flowers he bought

With a date he forgot
a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like pound cake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch.
I said, "Do
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old

[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
her get up and suck a little dick
The bitch had her some play though
Ya know she deep throat my big ol'
I dropped my strap like a sucker would
She
through the ghetto
Ya best keep ya ass in cheak
Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect
An what's next, the big brown takin' ya down
How ya feel (how
the skynyrd on
Hey ya'll, how ya doin'?
Whatcha doin'?
Hey ya'll, we ain't leavin' 'til they call the law
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll, come on
A cloud of dust
playas
Hatas saying damn how he doin' this playa
Doublin' up for me is like routine playa
I'm a go getta
Mix 'em up like I'm a deala
Man three's
the skynyrd on
hey ya'll, how ya doin'?
whatcha doin'?
hey ya'll, we ain't leavin' 'til they call the law
hey ya'll, hey ya'll, come on
a cloud of dust
buildin' and stop destroying
Everything that we touch
And leave somethin' for our children

Whatever it takes to get ya paid, yea-yea-yeah
Keep on doin' it,
like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge,
Both how I'm livin' and my nose is large
I get stupid, I shoot
sweat
And how it feels when you're wet
Doin' what you want til it hurts
As RuPaul say, You'd Better Work
Shake ya ass til it twirls
[You go girl]