Lyrics:
it come our way
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin' I seen
, it’s me sir, it’s me da special teamer, vs da lions they made me d up
•crawl around in get you knee cut, the Jordan or da Nina, the black one or Shamika,
wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Yeah yeah
Come on
In the mix
Baby we can make it
If
East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in your mouth without
the bag Mickey D's
Come thru bitch I had what ya need
Finger counting all night till they bleed
Past a test for this book I ain't read
Senior year I was
[ 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!'
All i know is grind
Gotta stay down till you come up From the sun down to the sun up
Gotta big fye if u fun up
I aint got da time
For the fake flaw
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
la wa
Ekeregbegbe
Awon ti general no solider
Won ti gbe pomo kan
Mix by Lot Gabriel
and we buzzing I'll keep it a buck we crazed as fuck
Da dee de dae da dum I praise the sun
What's the point of making music if it ain't no fun
He said
live
Another day that I live
Another day that I live
Walking with the mix vibin' till we see the sunset sunset
Came up fake love break me from the waist
at sea
Ya lost to the way I come across at all costs, I must get mine
Suck up all the sun rays and then outshine
Till I blind all eye sights all over
Man you know what’s his name
I think he thought I wanted feature
But tell him I just want the gun back
Run it up and watch the replay
Then run it
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
the moon come out
Yeah you know I'm trynna lay up
(And I say)
Plan B pill cuz I’m just tryna lay up
Till the sun up
Uber outside right across the parking lot
Everyone turn up for the real gun shot
First shot da warning shot
Like a Ruff Ryder moto we all link up
Buck, buck
Come with the Ragga Ragga
Mon nah soldier
they straight ate him up
And since these copy cats
Like to go so hard with acting and stunting
I'm ma come and then
Drunkin' monkey, Kung Fu junkie
Chun
There's 2 ways you can ride the train
Need a self-high fuck a diamond rang
Can ya get down till the sun awakes
Till the sun awakes
Till the sun awakes
on da floor
Come mop it up Dearly
And I'll beat a nigga ass if a nigga caught slippin
Stunt on a bitch
Look light the sun on my wrist
Balenciaga road
the heat I'm the god of the sun
I'm atlas heavy with passion
I never hate Negative I need the positive action
I never act up know my direction
But I can go
seen a lot of pain in mamas eyes
trynna make sure that I can provide
Can't even stop till she living right
For all the times she had to work da five
I got my funds up
Grinding all night, working hard till the sun up
See me like, K-Baller, yeah he on the come up (He on)
Everyone started downing when
me by
But what's that to you
I can say a lot, but you don't want the truth We can make love till the sun comes up
Your love is electric on the moon
My
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
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