Lyrics:
Pick a lot o'cotton drag a long sack comin' across the field well I see Boss Jack
He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan
When you know that
a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose you hoes you out this bitch
And I ride, with the nine I won't fall or slip
If I die, they still will
back
I got it cooking on the fire
And I'm filled up with desire
Come on darling let me see you pump and jack
I'm in the mix out on the floor
Just
diamonds in that motherfucker, look like yellow piss
Uh, glass handle, glass pot
Baby bounce back, yeah, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
Looking at my Rollie, that
ain't ever saw the feds hit a fuckin kitchen
Ay ay ay ay
Play with me I'm going right back jack
He tried to run and got hit in his back
Ten on his head we
a sit down
Wrap the phone up in plastic and stick it in the fridge
They know where we are, but they don't know what we did
Anything 'bout a mix
is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!
Smiling Jack is off again
I wonder what he's thinking
He won't be back until he's been
The full length of the kitchen
I I had a lot of money
If I had
Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin'
Phone wired up, don't call back
I'm
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
a blick
Got a new watch and it's making my wrist swole
So it's back at the crib
Gettin that chicken I'm popping like Crisco
But I stay out the mix
Mix mixy
authentic
Anderson donuts in the coupe 360
Packed in groupies by the group wearin' Fendi
Back then she ain't never hit me back
Now I'm back, key to lock cause
shake her ass, I'm sir mix a lot
Water witta splash, mix the Pyrex pot
She is a testy digester, test me I'll slide them a stretcher
Sentsy jolly ranch wax
the way
You do not understand me sir
The old man shook his head
He ain’t coming as a passenger
But by express instead
He’s coming home to mother
With
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
I'm doin' doughnuts, the homies go nuts
See when Dogg in the town, nigga, we turn up
Off that mothafuckin' E-4-O mango-scotto (yes sir)
Nigga, we sip
face
They actin like it cost a lot
Must cost a lot
When they acting like the block they on they own
And telling people they cant come by
Like we can't
than a minute
I was wasting time splitting decisions
But when I pick you up (when I pick you up)
I'ma take you down
Damn
I used to sweat her a lot
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
[2Low]
You can call me T double o to the L-o-double, yo
I'm 2Low, that funky little niggaroe
Coming back with a brand new cut
And you can new
yah head fo I have to put ah slug in it
You can call me Murda don't you call me by my government
Never turn my back on my brothers that's ah covenant
Rell
Mike Jack or Mike Bealer
She tellin me she love me and there ain't nobody realer
Ion fuck with rappers I fuck with the drug dealers
Just Imagine
the money like boom
I ain't tryna look cool
Like a fire, I'm lit
Baby Jack throwing fits
In the back of the Rari where everything sits
Imma boom like I'm
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