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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
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
[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
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
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
Mix-A-Lot's our here rappin' about biscuits now)

We from L.A. to the Carolinas
Dip them suckers in Aunt Jemima
Don't make a difference what food you make
Use
between people working out and people havin' sex.
Sir, what's your name?

[Man]:
Hi, how ya doin'? My name's Gregory Miner.

[Adam Sandler]:
Oh terrific. My
to talkin' shop and I said
Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup go
Well he said I got it from my pop

Dad used to drive a truck that's what
to talkin' shop and I said
Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup go
Well he said I got it from my pop

Dad used to drive a truck that's what
Something about the West coast...
Shhh... don't tell nobody

Something about the West coast
It makes me want to ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move

Attack!
Attack!
Attack!

Oh, here we go, I dropped my
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
get so bored as time goes by, I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts and I'll make myself a smoke
A bog roll and envelope
a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
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
and I said
Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup Go
Well he said I got it from my pop
Dad used to drive a truck that's what mom talked about
for drama,
Mix a lot with my son, my son growin' and he learnin' a lot,
That's what I'm toastin', that's what I'm burin', so pop,
Right on your own,
sweatly clothes, pile up in this joint
Stand up by themselves at this point
It's so filthy now baby I can't lie
I wipe my feet before I go outside
I
it's done, 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
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
[Treach] 
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground 
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no! 
I want to know who you're
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
haired feller singing about suicide
I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of place
He said, "Well, let's just have one round anyway"
So against my better
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my