Lyrics:
If I ain't the best that ever did it, I ain't off by much
Like the words on the paper man, in God I trust
Shutting down the whole set, kill the game
Mix-a-Lot a slut?
I might get banned, but I still like butts!
Mm! lay 'em on the table
Dr Richard's willin and able
Not sexist, just sexy
Do I like
though moves to put into my newest mix
What can make a crowd get loose, but not sound too ludacris?
Who will bring two tunes? I got a double it
I got too
telling myself I'll come home
I've been telling myself I got one
Though at times it seems I got two
At times it seems I got none
The white London sky sheds
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
your one's stack it'll all add up
I done seen a lil turn it to a lot nigga it's simple mathematics
I get it in with my niggas then we divide the pies
a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You died
that, you ain't on that
I got the big ting, cool like the long back
You want a problem? Ayo I got that
I've got the G2 stashed in the Bombat
Yeah, tell
Jump out of bed, stumble for the light
Find the keys, get the bag,
call my Mom, call your Dad
Then It's 90 miles an hour down a country road
If a ford
and the pad y'all
Verse two: e-swift
Back the fuck up, gimme room to breath
Not too many niggaz can flip the rhymes like these
I freak the technique as if it
in jail, I hear the Latins got each other back
Not us, we jump each other for the phone, it comes to Black
Don't worry about nobody else tryin'
Knocking your shit like I’m Bruce lee (Shoot it)
Talking your shit but you blind too (Talk it)
You capping a lot you like Fox 5 (Fox 5)
Letting it bang gotta
batty ting just twerking
Man try jump on the wave, they hate so much 'till it's hurting
I make man run like an athlete, you better pray that your
(Cocaine is America's cup of coffee)
(Standin on the corner, tryin to sell some rock) (4x)
[ VERSE 1: Ron see ]
It was 1-9-8-6
I had the crack in
Yeah
Wolfpak Collective
Stvnna on the beat
1AM on the mix
Yah heard
Yeah
Shawty drop it down low (Drop it down!)
Keep it real disrespectful
Losing my
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
caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Classic
Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges
I was
the shots
Gonna get whacked on your own
Phone getting tracked to your home
Jump on the scene and I mix up the pot
Whip it too clean like I'm making a lot
1, 2 buckle my shoe
3, 4 we gotta hit the store
5, 6 back in the mix
7, 8 Warren G and Nate
Bang to the boogy say up jump the boogy
1, 2 buckle my shoe
3, 4 we gotta hit the store
5, 6 back in the mix
7, 8 Warren G and Nate
Bang to the boogy say up jump the boogy
that video on Brody, But shout out to DZ
Travis Thompson told me keep it goin', that shit excited me
I'm Sir mix alot with the booty, back in 93
I'm
-1, 3-2-1, repeat, repeat
Pump it up, move your feet
Pump it up, feel the beat
Feel the sound, all around
In this moment, get down
Jump up high, touch the sky
happiness
Record happiness
Record
Record levels of happiness
Let's go to 2 o'clock
Yeh, I think it's nice to sometimes just record happiness
Ah shit how do
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