Lyrics:
only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right)
I only reach for your spot and release the steam (come on)
A-town, we release the kings
Mix Tape
This song could be between any two others
You only hear it when you play it on your mix tape
Made for you by your best friend before
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
I wanna hear your heart beat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight by your side
By your side
I wanna hear your heart beat
Share your dreams
your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel
it by
Ice cream cake or runtz shit fucc it mix it together
Sound like one hell of a blend put both them bitches together
c couple hits then suddenly
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
'Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all
Focused on the work, I’m out here making history (Yeah)
Feel it from the Fanta when I mix it with the, whoa (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
You just gotta have
're the only one, I'll give you good and
plenty (Let's go)
This here is for the technicians (Technicians)
This here is for the mix shows (Mix shows)
This here
your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel
love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
I keep it stuck
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
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you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel
'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat T-V screens in my room
So
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
down)
Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)
Perfectly quiet and unmenacing
They like me now
A pipe bomb up my sleeve
A secret hand shake like
You
Hit the studio today
You feel the vibe turn the session to a radio play
Talking to da pretty young thang
Rollin Mary Jane alleviating pain
To mediate
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
On The Radio
Big up to anyone who's been involved in care & community
'Cos it's the GLC back again
With another rave anthem for you to feast on, ya
out only onе rapper is hard as me
Some niggas on thе chart but we don’t see the cash in reality
But you know when you see me I look at the part
Y’all
wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
Yeah you can't fuck with this
You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis
But the fantasy has
wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
Yeah you can't f*** with this
You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis
But the fantasy has
Sick rhymes and lyrics are my motherfucking trademark, realize it in a minute
When I mix this shit on top level you better fasten your seatbelt we’re
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
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