Lyrics:
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said
'em dance for me like they danced in the club
Oooh they so freaky and both of them on me
Shots of Tequila puffin dro and now they ready
Her girl
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
dubs to the crib
Start off in my game room
Pop a little bub
Then have em dance for me like they danced in the club
Ooh, they so freaky and both
mannish but don't want to take advantage
Let that vixen pass by, and look I gotta get with her
Five Footer all on her mouth like liquor, uh (like liquor,
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
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
Multiply that number by ten
You get a lot of answers
When you want a dildo in their ass
That's not for me
Boy sit down have a seat
Then add a wink I see your
(These are the brakes)
It be your listenin 'pleasure while you're doin' your chores
(These are the brakes)
No matter where you from it's for you
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
your way into your next relationship, sir
You right
I mean, it took a while for me to notice that, too, but you're absolutely right, doc
Well, now is
a long time
They say thank you for the memories but I say the pleasure is all mine
The pleasure is all mine yeah
The pleasure is all mine yeah
Friends like
(Montage)
(Yeah)
(Midnight Ride)
(Don't bring me around your bitch)
Can't mix the business with the pleasure 'cause I know it turns you on
(Hmm, Hmm,
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
chain please don't snatch it
Gelato and runts, that's my cologne when I walk past your bitch in the club let her have it
See how you did me now tell me
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
crazy (psychology)
Never mix the business with the pleasure (dichotomy)
I'm married to the cheddar (need a lot of cheese)
Money coming in on schedule
for life if she miss her period
Mix-match Rick Owens in the mirror
Won't ever post another pic' in Amiris
He know how to scratch off a serial
She
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