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Beepers, Benzos & Booty: The Best of Sir Mix-a-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · Playlist: The Very Best of Sir Mix-A-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Sir Duke (Edward Kennedy Ellington) · The Best of Doug Sahm & the Sir Douglas Quintet 1968-1975 (The Sir Douglas Quintet) · Sir Charles Thompson and His Band (With Coleman Hawkins) (Sir Charles Thompson) · The Best of Doug Sahm & the Sir Douglas Quintet 1968-1975 (The Sir Douglas Quintet) · Sir Douglas Quintet Live (The Sir Douglas Quintet) – and 90 other albums »


national anthem

Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
[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
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
steady mobbin'

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')

Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')

Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I'm gettin'
steady mobbin'

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')

Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got
got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes
the motherfuckin heart
 [Attitude] So if you ain't down witcha hometown, STEP OFF PUNK
 [Attitude] Mix, tell these fakes what the deal is

[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir

I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
A poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by Chalumeau.

Showing
Leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong, and weak from strong.  
That's a lot to learn.  
What!  What can I give you in return?
To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray
His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks
If you give him ten
Leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong, and weak from strong.  
That's a lot to learn.  
What!  What can I give you in return?
Get busy!

Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak
So cute in a suit, my beats can see
Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete
You can fold my robe,
Tell 'em

Well, I'll meet you at seven in the parking lot
(Dodge Veg-O-Matic there in the parking lot)
We can all just stand by my car, you know,
Leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong, and weak from strong.  
That's a lot to learn.  
What!  What can I give you in return?
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone
Leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong, and weak from strong.  
That's a lot to learn.  
What!  What can I give you in return?
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)

[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck a lot mix the business wit' the pleasure
Sweet Sir Galahad 
Came in through the window 
In the night when 
The moon was in the yard. 
He took her hand in his 
And shook the long hair
the weather like in Seattle?

[ Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
All my ex's, eat this one

(You can have her)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona
Uh!

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
would try to make a star But I would rather you let me give my heart To Sir, with love Those awkward years, have hurried by why did they fly away Why is