Lyrics:
but I still got a gangsta bop
I love her wit some back, sir mix a lot
Gotta change when you losing like the Knicks a lot
I'm off putting soft in
the fuck you put that trash out you didn't think it Flopped
Send over the feature and I'll jump on it like sir mix a lot
Jump In now on any beat just like
from the top shotta
Don't miss with me tryna act like you a mobster
Uh
Top shotta on the mic
Top shotta on the mic
Sir merlin on the mix
Sodium red doing
thought I wouldn't do it
Crack craniums is what you get for thinking stupid
The bomb bazee kid is back in the house
So all you punk niggaz go back in
and choppers, lil' bitch, I got a whole lot of that
With the steel, I'ma kill y'all, got 'em falling back
Got me feeling like a baby that's fiending, so where
was fightin flash
I flurry an avalanche, a blindin speed attack
You won't even see the punches till they comin back
Lead, counter, lead, I mix it up
motherfucking baggage, my back itch
Not a fucking sound
Not a fucking noun
Can you hear me now
Really was down
Smoked like a pound
Life spun around
Merry go
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
a second
I'm back with a record that's hot as shit
Now watch it flip
To lots of
To lots of chip and i'm dipping like guac
Bitch I be sticking to getting
come by this way
Put some shrooms on a PBJ, dig in my mind state
Learned a lot, had to sacrifice just to get what I got
Ain't a lot that know about
gingervitis then I go and pop a pill
Miley got me sweating, Not the molly cause she's hot
Just let her grow her hair back and quit being a thot
A lot to this
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
and young and rich-
There isn't a lot that they lack
Not Bobby and Jackie and Jack
And Ethel and Ted and Eunice and Pat and Joan
And Steve and Peter
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds
I like titties, I like styling
I like bricks of cocaina
Where's my fork? Bitch I'm dining
I like eating lots
Put me on the spot, buddy back up
What you know bout that? What he blammed up
Put it in the purse let the cat out
Sharks in the water got hammers
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
hear that over by the bar?)
'Bout to rhyme, one time, one time (can y'all hear that?)
(Tell 'em, jack)
If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't
didn't use his gun, but face (damn)
Know my face-card good, know why? 'Cause I done ate a lot of plates (I did)
Back in the day, no bitch in me, ayy,
sign
c lot of swerving driving on the line
Have you guys been drinking?”
Malcolm: “No sir, I'm just tired. It's my off time”
Radio: “We had a robbery
of gold
Victorious he brings back the prize to the castle
only to be stopped at the gates
His very own brother (Sir!) determined (John!) to have him cast
feelings And some post traumatic stressors, yes sir
Know that my feelings staying down on the low, baby, what? Huh
It's fundamental, this procedure cuttin'
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
times
Baby we have been here a million times
Baby we have been here a million times
I'm sinking with red flag, red flag
I watched you
Gag lot of guys
I
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