Lyrics:
Yellow World, baby, nah, nah, this ain't neon
I got some family that died that I still ain't grieve on
And I don't know how I'm survivin', but I gotta
don't play with my food
I be in the mix
In the thick of things
Mix my drink
Still disciplined
Take that risk
They don't come again
When you move like this
bands, got hella fans
And they understood that peace of
The world is more important
You know that the shit that we
Recordin' don't ever been written
We
bitches
I got the work in the pot, got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock
saved by me
I'm lookin at her like (right)
I ain't tryna save that girl (NO SIR!)
I ain't tryna save that girl (NO SIR!)
I ain't tryna save that girl (NO
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
heads, who got shit out the gun, sir
I'm brazy, I'm so brazen, I'm "Raisin in the Sun" sir
You can catch this broad daylight, you know the kingdom come,
doing the most. But don't have a lot to show for it
Y'all don't got the drive. I stay driven. Don't gotta chauffeur it
If I ever do some shows I know
Damn Derby
Yes sir! You already know what it is
It's IamDerby the motherfucking ladies man
And all you real niggas better put a hedge of protection
(high)
May never get rich, but I never bitch
'Cause I made it here by and by
My, my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off
(How you home off a hit?)
Still up in Horizon, y'all niggas is kids
(Y'all niggas is kids)
And y'all niggas don't rap what y'all live
(Niggas don't rap
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth,
Yes sir, sir yes (x3)
When I pull up at the club, you know the rest
We out here, I’m a real player
And you the real square
And we don’t even care
I
rhymes might've gave me a clue
So I hope you don't fold when things feeling blue
You can do a lot with winning, but please learn to lose
You never know
shows you know they wrapped around the block, no this aint sir mix alot we be in the mix alot, I know Brodie tryna down some he just tryna pick a opp, I
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
I feel like Johnny Mad Dog
I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these bands, dog
You know we in this bitch, we throwin' up them grands, y'all
Yes sir goin' solo in this bitch
Yeah you know I get it bumpin' actin' dumb in this bitch
Yeah I stay legit
Got the club jumpin'
& the niggas that
you messin? wit Luck, you pressin? your luck
Got lots of jewels and I ain't givin? 'em up, sho nuff
Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jerz
Come
me)
I hate all y'all niggas (don't make me nervous)
I hate all y'all niggas (antisocial)
I hate all y'all niggas (introverted)
I hate all y'all niggas
don't have no boss
Boy you gotta have brains if you want to be swass
And I'm swass
Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
Oh
Act like you know what I want and go do it
Act like you got a good point and come prove it
Bitch, it ain't personal, don't get all moody
Why you
know the heart'll fade
Lackin spines
I see through the back of minds
With your fake storytelling but I'll be diggin your plot today
Blao
Y'all don't
motherfucker, keep steppin'
They don't fuck with me and they don't
Y'all bitches cant catch me and they won't
Pay your fare, fix your hair, throw that pussy
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