Lyrics:
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
(Claim my gang) rep my city
One, two, three it's me (Who dat?)
Baby bobba, I'm hot as lava, I gotta be
Eight bottles, a lot of models, a pot of bean
Top
And she give me head like a Durag
Skirt off da lot, bitch I just copped I new jag
Been ina da kitchen, you know dat I do dat
Been on da block, like
Best believe if im up the mix
Then im getting checks.
Best believe if that’s my bitch
Then im not gone fuck with her ex!
Oh what’s the nigga name?
desire which I
Guess I most admire
That need to bomb, to set things on fire
(Down by law)
I painted the train and I called
I guess until then I wasn't
World of illusions, smoke & mirrors all around
Shattered by the Alazarin sound
Unbound by the laws of the past
Unchanged by times changing fast
I'm
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
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
the dollar bills.
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,
was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back.
Black, I regulate I buzz
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
lots of money, no debt, all cash
Seven female wives, seven seven seven female wives (Yes sir)
I walk in the club and all eyes on me
You can tell by my
much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic
La-di-da-di, I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers
When it's a lot
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
made, a lot
Yes sir
And you know what's going on
Sheesh
Jesus Gang in the building you know
Had to turn up for the one time
Yeah
Sheesh
Quoiny
Yeah
all the haters and the hassles
I swear I was down to my last bros
Now we got a lot more than you can ask for
I'm glad we won our battles
Defeated all
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please
I'll shit on you (da da, da da, da da)
I'll shit on you (da da, da da, da da)
I'll shit on you (da da, da da, da da)
I'll shit on you (da da, da
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
off each other's
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
they need to rank the boi by Scovilles
Oh my gosh
Whew that's hot
Gas me up Yung Chernobyl
My wallet looking too thick had to put it in a girdle
Mix it
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
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