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this new song It's dope man) compact disc to the prime is optimist fans and friends I'm universally cosmic concrete jungles abound you stand by
And they show me their secrets, I can even cop a feel Victorious, can't match wit, with warriors I match wig with wits, similarly can't mix matchsticks with
to figure out how Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW) Understand it's the undercover game plan Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN) Yes sirry and put my
by Because your messin' with my Bad Side My, my, my, my, my bad side My, my, my, my, my bad side I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" I said "Damn man I'm riding in his Lexus I'm
I call the crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus I'm
Oracle arouse, niggas don't even run for cover right Downtown interracial lovers hold hands I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old
collapse if we don't get sidetracked If we visualize living underwater hidden by prisms Countries fall but people transition if one for all we live in that
still there's no thrill Villa bill ya ten K bills in his pilla Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix Do
bread in the ninety-three Bill collectors don't see me, G! In this fort, I'm the man with the miracle torque To pull through all sorts of them tax ?odds?
flex then wreck So E what's next? Shazam, let me tell you who I am The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior Doin damage
again, you had enough? Say when I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken I get tipsy But never in your life try to dis me 'cause I don't battle
White's throat box I bet you those cops mix Double high tower my power grants me the chicks The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar You want
mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em This is just another day in the life Gettin' mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am This
Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco And still owe the bills, pay dues forever Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer Use to wore a leather goose ski
[Bushwick Bill] Bitches I scoop them up like jacks Stack them like racks and send them home with their pussy off tracks Cause they be figuring me to be
call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break
the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz
around** Now how do rumors get started Started by the jealous people Lookin for a ? when a man and a women have a good relationship And they trip then they
sucker for his money It's so funny Cars ride by, with the boomin' system Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him" Now I'm
one for Crooklyn everday Brooklyn is up in here Uhh, block party, corner store The downtown, the projects Borough shots My clique is so tight The mix
fall victim somehow But that's that game Won't try to explain From books to bricks Now I see crooks and tricks Caught up in the mix Of everyday in
with mayne People hit with all kind of these identity thieves Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry Man I'm a legend pimp,
known to squeal, makin' sour deals Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble ???
Lets do this man for real We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush The beats is grim,