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to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the velars
Or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
[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
"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
to the Streets album
We have so many entertainers 
I would like to welcome to the stage right now
Allure, Case, Common Sense and The Firm's very own AZ

Come
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
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
Kiss my ass !
Yes sir !
I don?t care who you are
I don?t care what you do
There comes a time (uh huh)
Everybody?s life (yup!)
When?
You just gotta
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F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature
Couldn't give a shit about your album either
I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, No…
You
limitations
Concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
to take us back (Yep)
So you got your and I got mine, so why do you whine about my grind ?
Sitting around blaming Mix-a-Lot for your situation
Boy get
But they still got a lot for me
Heard em' say a lot of nigga with the underground
They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money
Stupid
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
wrong, got four albums; stay consistant
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Cap, cap,
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
War's on my mind
Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's

Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they
it's done, 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
pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it
All I could see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I
there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend
Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it
All i could see is a bunch of smoke flyin
And I'm so high that I
pine
And I only bring a little good for the trip,
Just in case we get blurred by five 0
'Sir you look high'
I know, but I prefer my eyes low
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
the globe watch got three time-zones
Keep the digital phone up to his dome

Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem; even with the O's
sipping 'cause I get to tripping
My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows

And then he violated, one month