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Albums:

Lil Boosie-Trae the Truth: The Mixtape (Trae Tha Truth) · Instant Party Disc: Regular Strength (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Regular Gal: The King Recordings 1949-1959 (Ruby Wright) · Regular Joe (Joe Diffie) · Bastard Eyes-Regular (Zilch) · Formaldehyde/How to Make Friends and Influence People/Regular Urban Survivors (Terrorvision) · Regular Urban Survivors (Terrorvision) · Lullaby CD: Momma Will Rock You to Sleep (Lullaby CD: Chris Warren, Glenn Warren II, Netha Larsen-Schrimpf) · If My Momma Moves to Tennessee (Sharon Luanne Rivera) · Momma I Miss You (Janice Montgomery) – and 90 other albums »


[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
a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
baby's holding down

My momma told me, my momma sat down and cried
She said you're too young to have as many woman as you got
I looked at my mother
shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g
a young'n
I got out of my bed
Peeked out of the window
I saw my partna nigga Trae
Smokin on the hay
That's the way it goes when ya ballin parlay
So I
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)

(*chanting*)

[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
[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
thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't fucking with you bitch niggas, and that's real rap but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm
chewed out
Their shit ain’t regular rich, so they end up in a ditch
I’m not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular
[Trae]
[Z-Ro]
I wish I could have my loved ones back
Cause I'd love to have my loved ones back (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We don't have to feel
airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
Broads wit' them credit cards
Make her listen, let her charge
Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car
Oh the best hair of my generation been destroyed by stylin' mousse
Some of the best hair of my generation
Been destroyed by that evil stylin' mousse
Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run
And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want
And I'm gone
I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown
I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash

my money, you
in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love
on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm riding Dalvins by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, I'm riding with that
my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I ain't putting no
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
day, day, day, day, day
4eva n a day, watch what I say
4eva n a day

My momma say what's up bitch, how ya feel
I dedicate this to them haters that's
And for you regular honies, tryin to play fly 

I ain't no Chemical no Bank in your human eye 

I like my spot, everybody's butt naked 

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