Lyrics:
‘em where my mother stay
New pair of Vans every other day
The best is yet to come (Oh yeah)
Don't be alarmed by this collaboration
White girls, Latinas,
Ay, yah
Had to get the people talking
Yah
Wale, let's do it
I don't know what y'all talking about
Where I live they don't talk a lot
Hoes
Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5
You motherfuckers better stay down
'Cause y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound
Coward
You
that means rural like you don't know
Regardless though I'm gon' glow, even in my birthday suit
And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee I circle that
had the strap
And was down to shoot a movie since the pikin den can act
But we don't act we just react
Y'all put it in the air
We'll put it in ya ear
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
People talk a lot of shit but don't be knowing
It's just the tip of the iceberg flowing
Good Morning, Good Morning, how we doing yall
Good Morning, yeah,
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
the game like King Kong
Y'all know my shits fresh and laid out like new linen
While y'all gotta cover a lot of shit up like big women
Y'all niggas don't even
First Down cuz They all know I'm Running this shit
I got some hunnys in the mix, on my Pole like I've Gone Fishing
I done told y'all im the Truth my
And my Chevy sittin' on 44's
Pipes louder than glass packs,
Straight pipes y'all know
Mud digger
Y'all don't know how the mud diggin' goes
Get
heard em sayin we some conscious rappers
Ah, man, yeah, they sayin you a conscious rapper
Why don't ya grab the mic and respond to that, sir
I'm not
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
left him sore
Silver lining no defining trust was a chore
Got ta drinking glasses clinking hurt by a whore
Don't like you, you know its true don't talk
these lil silly ass dramas
Go and take it with your clique
Leave me, Hakuna Matata, uh
If there's anything y'all should know, I don't give a fuck
I'll be
believe me when I say I don't care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings
See that look in my
the realist of em' all
You could tell by the way I talk
I have no reason to be false
Just know that I have the balls
To say it in front of y'all
Don't need
All right
What's up
I got a question for y'all
Any of you even know who the fuck I am?
Guess not yet
I could spell it out like a vet who vents
But
what you think about her
Who you know with a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really
on the counter
When I go to sleep to see if you was dead or down to earth
I been smoking on a lot of kush
But I know time to time I like to mix it with the purp
I
it
I'm with the clique and we
Thick like fat bitches
I got the work in the pot
I got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
7 streams of pay
So I can get Thru my day
cause ima mix the work with play
work so hard so i can play
A lot of them they got to play
While I fought
and these are Versace air ones!
Yea, thanks a lot, its been great Dame
My bitch is a great Dame, my dog is a GREAT DANE
You know me I'm from the 24(th),
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