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[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
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
can't understand)
So tell me y'all, who's the man?

Everything here, is phat, knowhatI'msayin?
Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm lettin' you know
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
money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man

(You know what I want to hear)

[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink
tell me y'all, who's the man?

Who's the man?
(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Everything here, is phat, know what I'm sayin'?
Don't take it
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
your body (it's burnin' up)

I don't know why, but the ladies call ol' baby blue the sticker
They take me and rape me and make me they victim
I lick em
How can you be down ?
Nigga please
You want to play hard for your hood
Tell them how you whooped Mix-a-Lot's ass good
But what your homeboys don't know
Ha he, he!
Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin' the cats
Why don't you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down

Put
It's the overall protocol
Y'all just throwing a whole lot of shit at the wall
I'm throwing a mix of nitrogen and glycerol
We get the pistols from
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
don't have no boss
Boy you gotta have brains if you want to be swass
And I'm swass

Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
Oh
the parking lot)
You know, I like it
You know, I like to watch it rot

(I don't know why)

I'm gonna tell you 'bout a car you'd best not buy
(Dodge
there ain't shit to do 
But then sir jinx played his mix 
And you thought that shit played out in eighty six 
Lookin' for my dogs 
Looked up in
def beats in your ear? 



You said you want one, and now you got some 



Vicious snare, high hats, and a bass drum 



First the mix empress
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
[Chorus]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(My life) my life (my life)
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(My life) my life (my life)
y'all are listenin to!
All you dj's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
And sit there and tell you how to mix?! you fuckin robots!
Fuck y'all
Now get'em
Yeah, we gonna set shit straight
All y'all niggaz out there, let me tell you something right now
None of y'all niggaz don't't know me
You
shirt
I don't fall gonna come on the first
Blew life in the streets had 'em rebirth
See me on fire hater I know it gotta hurt
I'm so hood classic
you're gonna leave with me
But you don't know, 'cause you got your girl with you
Bring her wit' you
Bring her wit' you
I got a place she can stay at my
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's
it on, so I won't get busted
You know rap stars never get trusted
Baby want to get so I put it on vibrate
How does Mix-A-Lot communicate

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