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your daughter calling you Sir
They say my life is punctuated
I strike as hard as a lightning when I'm blind-folded
Mentally pissed off now we think all

Fucking with no putties Imma take their ass to god
Over under with these bitches I think I just hit the lot
Jump inside my territory this shit you

The frustration is real because I'm so tired of trying to catch up to all the progress
I should have made by now
I learn something new everyday
And with every new

working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but

Seminar

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

lookin' for a fight
Intelligent, packed, so inadequate, step back, Mix-A-Lot's here to inforce what's dope
A brand new album, better than the last one,

I'm still standin' over the stove nigga
Clock work
We squeeze 'til it's empty nigga

I'm a real nigga, I play by the rules
Y'all some fake niggas,

to take a new flight
Seek a new height
Don't be scared to change your lane
Take in a new sight 
I've been a lot of places in my life
But never ever have I

while I puff on your pot,
I do not want a thot but she gave it no afterthought, 
Cut you up like I'm in Camelot, call me sir laughalot, 
Barf on a stupid

Holy God
I need you
We need you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We believe in you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
God
I'm just talking to you God
I've been feeling

new boobs
Like I'm sitting there baby, yeah
You know it's not rude
Cause I wanna shit up on your fucking chest
Lemme shit up on your chest
God damn
I'm

time, every bro bites
Know I got a map because I
Took you to new heights

First of all, I got it on my own
I can feel the envy
But I'm way too grown for

the mail
Orange you glad my music has appeal The way I mix it up, it looks like a trail
I'm raising the bar up to a new scale Ain't been a smith with this

a blessing from the gods, yeah 
Cause I'm your king from outer space, girl 
I'm your king from outer space, girl 
I'm like a blessing from the gods, yeah

please sir, thank you
I don’t write no lyrics down dawg I just start spittin’
I just start going
I’m different, I’m special like I got autism
God bless

to energy match
Sense any cap and that's when I really attack
I'm OJ with the memorabilia, had to steal it back
Like the Nas flow we be hearin' on your

The pen is mightier than sword
My pen is mightier than yours
Since a youngin I been that boy
I’m so wavy I was born on a shore
Peace to the Gods, yes

Spit Your Game

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Allstar Mix, Vol. 9

2006

Notorious

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your

and ham
I'm a son of the King, been purchased by the lamb
And this verse finna stick, I don't need no PAM
I had to come hard like I ain't even rap before
I

Futura is my name
And I say graffiti is where I got my fame
But it's not my fame that I'm here to claim
I wanna tell the real story about my game
Aw,

out stronger when the devil thought he had you
I'm back in the mix, God told me let Him in, I said, okay, then if you insist
I've been falling back into

clip
Niggas is small, my task is educate y'all
Can you stop selling crack cause
Negro that takes balls
I'm on that road called freedom
Seldom traveled by

Then I mash out
Down on my last
I was assed out
We run it
Like it's the last down
Hit up the fast lane, go a bit faster
Sir Mix a lot, call me Grand

at your catalog for this year surprised you can shot that 
Audio quality in '05 
Artwork done by someone whose blind
Mix and a master cost you a 9 
Didn't

said I'd never love her right
I sing nah baby I don't need your love my gods alive
Crucifix to get fixed
We commit sin in six
In clubs with these chicks