Lyrics:
that shit
It make me sick these days
They call me the future these days
See y'all see the future these days
What the fuck you can y'all do to my crew
that shit
It make me sick these days
They call me the future these days
See y'all see the future these days
What the fuck you can y'all do to my crew
It's your boy Lexx Spin in the mix
Out of sight, out of mind, don't know
What goes on, who's at the front door
Careful I'm not around halos
What goes
Is there anyone I can accuse?
What are the odds?
Or do I win or lose?
Oh baby
Please, sir, by the way, sir
May I be excused?
Take my sorrow
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
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
it up, get back double up
Zigzag purple stuff hit that huh
This that coming up real shit mix with the formula
Know no replica ugh ugh ugh
Big bag run
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Yea I got it for the low low yes sir
What I bring retire to I'm talking Pressure
When you gone put the bag ain't no wrong answer
Only satisfied with
marrick and I catching felonies
I am not listening to what you're telling me
I am not buying the shit that you're selling me
I'm in the cut with sir duey
You ain't banging, nigga
What the fuck you was doing, man?
Where your rag at, nigga?
Throw your hood up, nigga
Throw your set up, nigga
Bang,
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
a rolling ocean
Oh I am ready for the storm
Yes sir ready
I am ready for the storm
I'm ready for the storm
Oh give me mercy for my dreams
(The point is what they never get, was out with tools before)
(By myself walking in the hood, It's up to you to blow)
Ain't no stopping, nigga use ya
Don't worry how I'm living just get with the shit or witness it
Been a real nigga, still a real nigga
Even tho a lot of fakes in my field nigga
Always
Man, that shit loud as fuck
Yo, turn me down somethin'
I don't hear a shit what he sayin'
Yo, turn me down somethin'. Yo, turn me down
Turn me down,
and we finna pop up for real
I feel like Lil Eazzyy i'm up onna come up and yeah we gon' pop up for real
Foreign's beat going crazy my bars going brazy
colors
Red, blue yellow and many others
Purple , orange , lime green
Pink , grey and aquamarine
Let's learn to mix them, one by one
Mixing different
something
I think I'm in trouble, this real rap no mumble
Crystal in the bottle, makin bodies hollow
Fuck her by tomorrow, feel no sorrow
All I know is this
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
it ain't real I don't want it
If you got it, then you got it don't flaunt it
If it ain't real I don't want it
Sir mix alot, She gon jump on it
Talking about some old shit, we call that boy Sir Yap a lot(Sir Yap)
How the fuck you been here all your life and use the map a lot(You use the map?)
I
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