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Mandy Moore (Mandy Moore) · The Best of Mandy Moore (Mandy Moore) · The Best of Mandy Moore [DVD & CD] (Mandy Moore) · Thunderpuss (Thunderpuss) · A Little Bit Moore: The Magic of Melba Moore (Melba Moore) · A Little Bit Moore: The Magic of Melba Moore (Melba Moore) · Mandy Patinkin Sings Sondheim (Mandy Patinkin) · Mandy, Pt. 2 [UK CD] (Westlife) · Mandy Barnett (Mandy Barnett) · Mandy, Pt. 1 [UK CD] (Westlife) – and 90 other albums »


[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
was the first to produce mix and write
At the same time up in the club rockin the mic?
Who was the first to have a DJ and a side man?
The first
bit I'm coming as ebit 
Got on big hoes at Freaknit frequently your telling me 
Won and worn your rockets, so, he ain't put no scratch in my pocket
5 baby mothers
1 live on my block
Shinin' in the club
Chickens showin' love
Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real pretty cat
He get
sockets 
My fantasy is hidin used condoms in your pockets 
while you chill, here's a towel, plus your Massengil 
That's word like Pete Rock's, let's
[Lil' Wyte]
Strolling in the club VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the vodka and some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are
off, and my dick'll go soft. 
Never mix business with your sickness. 
Enemy see me flippin' in the picnic with your little divide and conquer, 
My
5 baby mothers, 1 live on my block

Shinin' in the club, chickens showin' love
Cash flow bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real pretty cat, he get
(Chorus:2x)
Now would you let me put my ass in ya face (in ya face), would you let me put my ass in ya face, if I let you bend me over by the waist (by
the reason my folks are walkin the yard
Or gettin they guts some
Tryin to make it home but I think they
Safer in that pin cause niggas on gin be lettin them
Never mix business with your sickness
Enemy see me flipin in the picnic
With your lil' divide and conquer
But my sister was ready to bomb her!
Get off