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of the time I was insane
And so I wrote it when I was loaded
And voted the least likely to turn out like a square

I'm singing it for your mind and no
I'm
of the time I was insane
And so I wrote it when I was loaded
And voted the least likely to turn out like a square

I singing it for your mind and no
I
of the time I was insane
And so I wrote it when I was loaded
And voted the least likely to turn out like a square

I'm singing it for your mind and no
I'm
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country side of town

Ain't no love in the coliseum
This shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country side of town

Ain't no love in the coliseum
This shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what
This is summing for the mix shows
Where you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same drama
Where you and your father, father's
live on and kill to keep,
We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby,
Hitman army, Hitman Navy.
Moved by the wicked had of money not love
same thang  game came when I left em 
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie 

But I'm his Royal Slickness  ghetto weakness  come Rick is
that you made, got your faith in the wrong direction
But some love and affection would change that
With the quick-mix, could this sickness
Is
your country
Pray if you want to, it's your country
Let your love take you there

Pine for the crumbs of a king
But don't lose yourself, man
Hell
Another day just rolling by in the same old town. 
Another drink at the local bar, hear the same old sound. 
That jukebox singing solid country
[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
the top up like a toupée
Mix the water with the soda
Turn the pot up, make a soufflé
All of y'all can get it like group-page on your 2-way
I'm living proof
The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with
Hold true to your soul
Hold true to your country men
Hold true and never falter
Love will conquer all
History has proved
Kings and kingdoms crumble
just the perfect mix of me and you
They keep getting older 
Time keeps going by
To think about it makes your daddy wanna cry

So I just passed
mom's house... 

[Chorus]
[King T]
To all my G's rock on
get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden Gangland lyric
Player Haters fear it
goodbye? 
To rule the country, baby, you and I? 

Little princess in a terrible mess, 
A kingdom alone, with no love is confessed 
Dreams of a prince
Born in a far-off land
A nation of heat and sand
A father who ruled by force
A mother who said, of course
A nation of fearful men
And women
Born in a far-off land
A nation of heat and sand
A father who ruled by force
A mother who said, of course
A nation of fearful men
And women
on his mouse
His phone's been busy now for over a week
So I dropped by to see what in Sam Hell is going on

And here's what he said to me:
Come on in
As living proof of what Your love can do 
I will run and not grow weary, I will walk and not be faint 

I can't sing loud enough 
I could never earn Your
same thang  game came when I left em 
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie 

But I'm his Royal Slickness  ghetto weakness  come Rick is
Bang bang  same thang  game came when I left em 

I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie 



[Slick Rick] 

But I'm his Royal Slickness
the mix/blending the 80's and 90's 
with hate 

Shows on/dates canceled/kicked out for reasons that seem so 
unfair/skin crusts against the cops/a foregone