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dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this song
Think about it AMERICA!

Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm
when the pac ends,
You never mix bizness with new friends
All black Benz you can call it pac man

25 10 9 and a 4 5 on me
I don't need no coley do
these quotes on a trunk
it says i split to earth to resurrect the funk
a dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats
travellin through space with
went bezerk, it's like clockwork 

Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort 

Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse 

French
down with no delay
Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Bug out - to - the mic - all the time!)

Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box
to school fool.
You're a fool.. Believe it, but you can relieve it.

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody
and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a sweet tooth
Tortured by weight loss
Program
down with no delay
Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Bug out - to - the mic - all the time!)

Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box
In a little black hole
Of all the things to be
You've got Summer light freckles
You didn't need your ABC
Not flying away flying away

[Chorus]
I wanna say welcome to a wonderland 
An amusement park full of delights and 
The best part is they have one in every town 
its your local market
A-M-G
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer
But I'm more like a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug deals
Handin out contracts like meals
the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh)

why'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
Zip the flour roll the dough
Clap your
went bezerk, it's like clockwork 

Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort 

Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse 

French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork 

Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort 

Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse 

French
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)

Rushin' up
flying by
Watch it all disappear as the dust flies
Rip it off and never look back again

I can't think of any place I'd rather be
Middle of nowhere
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset
Would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say
Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset
Would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say
Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle
flashbacks
Let me relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever
Jeezy bout them green guys
Got H-town going for the ten or fives
I'm talking cornflakes
Black inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
Say it again dog
the honey's
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say whoa!
Every thing full circle, Game livin' major
Girls on my hip like
We stay in bed all day
We celebrate, our second honeymoon
Like it was yesterday
We're watching Laurel and Hardy
Black 'n' white on TV
Pillow
(Kick it over here)
I'll Roll You Up
(Roll 'em up, Roll 'em up Mix)
(Kick, kick, kick it over here) 
(Kick, kick, kick it over here)
(kick it over here
of the mix of Black and White
We're livin' in a land where
The law say the mixing of race
Makes the blood impure
She's a woman I'm a man
But by the look
of handshake
To get they picture on a box of pancake mix
So I kick some hip hop
And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop
But prayin' ain't all we do, see