Lyrics:
the spotlight right now
I got my mix of juice and gin
VIP, that's where the ball is gettin' in
Yeah, ladies, free before ten
Next week, we gonna do it all again
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
ass shake for the second time
Started off a lil early doing great in my prime
Once I make it to the top I got more to climb
I got no time so keep in
bigamy
I swear my vision different that yours
I sold some weed got some more
I got yo bitch at my door
I’m sippin this cup dnt give a fuck
A lot of liquor
got that relative who say dumb shit
Generation curses working, no I wasn't never perfect
Ladies, babies off limits, I'm a clown, blaze first
Glances
getting poked as well
So, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebels
This crow's got a bag of bass
And you're a bag of treble
How can I listen to a man
Who
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
here really making out no dime
Like you telling me that you can mix that lemon up with that lime
Never mind that imma big stepper I been out here doing
then he by himself
I got no time to be picking bredren
If your side on my side then we both align
And if we dont then out my section
If im debating
ahh huzzah)
Time to go bananas; lose control of manners
No sophistication; know the hit that's playing
S'posed to make you go ape and I
Give permission
[Chorus]
[Bad Azz]
I been no one fuck a little bit give me a lot
I want a steak not an 8-gun on a block
I want a skyscraper, not no apartment building
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
a whole lot of bottom
And I’m curious as to how we sound in the mix
(No tricks)
See I ain't looking for no one-hit-wonder
But I think you ought to know
What
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,
walking, talking trynna' do it like me
No you don't do it like me
I know a lot of man that think they do it like me
I know a lot of man that think they
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
broke
People wanna say it's just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mic and I'm not jokin'
Sir Too Short comin' straight
broke
People wanna say it's just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mic and I'm not jokin'
Sir Too Short comin' straight
coughing like that boy got that Corna
Take your time inhale exhale that's that pressure
I don't smoke no mid grade shorty you can keep that trash
Fuck 5
D-O-G
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass
Third
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
a tooth pulling-free without charge!
Oh, me, sir
Me, sir
Who else? No one?
Then, sir, since there is no means to test the second skill
I claim
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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