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And quick to point out all the flaws
In all you dreams but it take a lot to try to break me
And what my crew be doing
We staying concentrated
Mix it up
Stiirr

Giddy up Go

Ferlin Husky

Strictly Trucking

1997

And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddyup go
Oh we had a lot of things to talk about and buddy I felt like a king
And now we've just pulled back

protest ends now! You will all get your money back but let's try to be as civil as possible
We'll go through this one at a time
You sir
What's your story?

the work that we put in
Don't forget the reapers here
Take you back to reaper Ville
Don’t worry I'm finessing
I check you right off the checklist
Put

Tip toe on a bitch like Mike jack
Slam dunk a hoe like Mike j
Biting on your ear like Mike T
A lot of colors like Ice T

Fuck is you talking about

if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,

try harder if you stay by my side
It ain't about the ending honey boo it's about the ride

So what's up let me slide
I come back stronger weaker men

can't get out of that

Sittin' on that work for too long, bring that product back
Money, guns, and drugs, yeah, nigga, we got a lot of that
A thousand

don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see tupac
got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball

and doors, and clothes
big body's sittin' on 24's
money on my mind you know
slow it down youngin',  I got riches to get
I'm sir mix a lot when I'm mixin' these

in the hallway
Either that or I do it in broad day
And I don't give a damn 'bout what yall say
'Cause either way I run it back, instant replay

And 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

Yes, sir
King Khan, I'm a killa
Purple lights at the villa
Moon-walking like it's thriller
This the thrilla in Manila
Shawty feelin' my chinchilla

Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk

Zel finna slide

dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by

Chief Boot Knocka

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

the shit I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggaz might jack ya
But the game came way with the chief boot knocker

Here's my

blessed with
When I get outta pocket I got some people to check that
Some women in my past I probably shouldn't have left back
The family need me, know they

to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me

they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we

to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me

That's for me I want tweak off the earth
Yeah, uh, bitch, yeah, I'm back putting beats in a hearse
That's hoe one, be in my mix
Know that lil' ho chasing

The Planet

Gang Starr

Hard to Earn

1994

jack
So I'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back
Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station
Needed some boom for the mental relaxation

immediately
Return the box to him today itself
I was very much worried about my box
And my hard-earned money inside it
By God's grace I got it back with your

I ain’t worried bout these niggas who be poppin now
Cuz I know I’m here for long they just hot for now
I was in the back but I’m leading now