Lyrics:
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
(Crack)
(Milly rock)
(Yeah, yeah, thank you, thank you) (yeah, what?)
Only you can make it happen (happen)
Love the way you grind me
Love the way
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
from the avenue
Maniac Lunatic and you know that I'm tellin it
Bitch's head in my way, you know that I'm swirlin it
So all you punks take your weak ass
Plan
It Takes A Sucker's Man to Try To Jump My Hand
And The Things I Do and What I Say
Affect Alot Of People In The Strangest Way
Makes Them Clap Their
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
beat beat
Too clean with the mix (mix)
With my girls in the club in my kicks killing this shit
Touch down on the strip (strip)
Turning rubble into gold
my cock
Shoe push em off then I swerve Milly rock
Coming with a dub and we never going to stop ay
Never stopping
You so extra
Like a fro-yo topping
carnivore need meat
Thick as a champion sweater
My cone head need heat
Remember naughty by nature?
Who Down wit OPP?
Now we looking down on our OPP's
But
toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you
cash (cash, cash)
Club LIV my last tab, could've bought a fast Jag
Way these bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
Wonder why you hatin'
a way
Forty twerking and shake like a stripper my cars up to date
Put in work like a heavy weight
Like D-wade I been balling and slanging that rock
the club
You know we make them bitches bounce
We make them bitches bounce
Yeah we make them bitches bounce
I'll be two stepping what
With my assault weapon
My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got
Inside the mix, nice and easy rude Boy sound
Nanananana nanananananana
Nanananana my kind of girl
Yeah, huh, so you think you're all that?
Like that,
way out of my depth
When I attempt even to
Comprehend the complexity
Of shifting the production of a
Country from war to peace but if somehow
All those
got game by the pound
(Flashing lights, lights)
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind
Heisenberg up in the stu , little bitch, the way I cook it up
Prod by June, little bitch, and he like Jesse, he gon' mix it up
How can I be sad when I got all
my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging
crazy, will get touched
Put the mace in your face
Bitch that's what's up
I'm dirty, but my diamonds clean
You're blinded by the way
That my diamonds gleam
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya'll basically just
it
I ask the bartender to get some rum and coke and mix it
Feel the cup all the way up and throw that little lemon twist in
Throw my tip in, and get
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