Lyrics:
"Mix-A-Lot" - 4X
I'll Roll You Up
Yeah, how many players we got in the house?
(*yelling in background*)
How many Playboys we got in the house?
[Sir Mix-A-Lot
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?)
and play-o
Work it out, work it right
Baby's lock 'n load tonight
Work it out, keep it tight
You're so rock and roll
Sold your soul now, baby
Put the radio
radio
Spin my jam when I'm cruisin' down the bario
Turn my audio up, create a party yo
(Hey DJ would you play my song)
And get ma rock get ma roll
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
sing
My nigga (I'll let it sing, my nigga)
Dragon tatted on me, step
Up, you'll get flamed, My nigga
(You'll get flamed, my nigga)
Damn, I apply pressure
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
Five cops waiting in my dressing room
Goddamn, D, you blowing up
Look at how they beefing up the security (ayy)
I was like, officers, I'll be okay
that cake mix
You're in your feelings about him
Bitch I'm in his prostate
Prostate Prostate Prostate
Hey it's Cap Catie
I'm about to tear up this verse,
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
and
Hacked up left on your back stretched cutty
I'll fuck your ass up
I'll stab you into the past tense buddy
You ain't survivin' this crash
The impact will
the trigger do
Stupid ass nigga you
I'm getting' bigger through
Constant elevation
Stay patient, one day I'll rule the nation
Live on your radio station, locin'
• Krizzz
01 - Intro (voice by Julia Marks)
02 - Porn Kings - Up To No Good
03 - Xirallic - Breakin Beat (cequo Remix)
04 - K Deejays - Your Face
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
my way now you tell me how that sound
Hook:
I got hittas in my section (so hold up)
No hatas in my section (no love)
medicated in our section (roll
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
Roll the weed up, turn the beat up
Oh please you need to turn the volume up in the speakers
Mix rapping and signing with a little bit of dreaming
Fans
always mix up their numbers you know
Oh, please...
But hear me out
At every hertz on radio
Shiny stars are walked upon
The streets of fame
No one loves
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
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