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Japanese Sage Darby?
No, sir
You do have some cheese, do you?
Of course, sir, it's a cheese shop, sir, we've got
No, no, don't tell me, I'm keen to guess
[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
[Instrumental] 
[TONY:] I got bucks that you work for me now! 
I would like to use a phone! 
[MAN:] Not on the lot, sir. 
[TONY:] How about
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
automatic, give it to 'em one time
They come back like addicts.

I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes
A long, long, long, long time ago
Before the wind, before the snow
Lived a man, lived a man I know
Lived a freak of nature named Sir Psycho

Sir
Opry
Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say sound like Grand Ole Opry cotton picker
Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say
the Attitude Adjustor

[Verse Two: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Do we got gangs?  Hell yeah, brothers gotta get paid
Mickey D's ain't payin no way
So they take to the streets
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
Stay around don't play around
This old town and all
Seems like I got to travel on

A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
Justice tonight
nigga I'm the boss now
Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now

Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin' to the basics
Rock
can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta

[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
What about this motherfucking aintsta
Wannabe gangsta
Sittin' in
pileup
Earth calling pilot to copilot
Looking for life on this planet,sir, no sigh of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that
pileup
Earth calling pilot to copilot
Looking for life on this planet,sir, no sigh of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that
a forty-two-car pileup
Earth calling pilot to copilot
Looking for life on this planet,sir, no sigh of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so
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
on fire Mr.!
(No sir I'm okay!)
Mr. you're on fire Mr.!
(No sir I'm okay!)

By the seaside, left the seashore
That's where I got lost

We are
don't have no boss
Boy you gotta have brains if you want to be swass
And I'm swass

Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
Oh
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
the mix, in the mix
Making money flip, make it flip, make flip, make it flip, make it flip

A nigga hardly right but I did this time
Whipping up the white
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
gay guys having sex.

[Adam Sandler]:
Well no sir, you are dead wrong.

[Man]:
Alright.

[Adam Sandler]:
Thanks for stopping by. Wow, interesting. Two