Lyrics:
How can you award such a woman? - Take back her awards
How can you reward such a woman? - Take back her rewards
Take back her awards! Take back her
said I can't have no pussy, she the only one that's frowning
Rub my dick against her booty, now she really tryna climb me
Told her she can ride a star
out to the man in the street
(you hear)
saying sir can you help me
its so cold and i have no where to sleep
(real poor people struggle you know)
there
just a couple of name's who
Paved the way up in this game
Fresh Tracks, Rap Attack, yes Nasty Nes
Sir Mix-A-Lot and DMS
Emerald Street Boys and Kid
running by
They found Mary there at midnight
She drowned her soldier boy
In the cottage there was music
You can hear her father say
"Step it out Mary, my
Who could have done it?
Who could have done it
And I wonder where's the cook and her knife
Madam, said Adam, with his wife by his side,
It was
you know the playa's mark
Divide and conquest, we all know the rest
Get in, get out
Rub her booty, the suck on her Sir Sir
There's somethings different,
good
Had a great night and I knew I would
Behind the club is the cityscape
Got a lot to do, but it can wait
You never know how it might turn out
Stay
Like you glued onto silence
But due to all the violence I
Keep burners in the mix
Cause I'd be tried by twelve
Cons carried by six
If you followed all
I send it out of the park
Why the fuck you think my name is Mark
Always leave it
Anywhere I go
They know who I am
I just it mix up
Way to much
Can
want to stay in the moment you arrived
You can chill up by my side
I'll be waiting on you send a message when your plane arrive
Rather have you call me
cheaper
I ain't cheap bitch I ball I release her
Ok Ok Don't Play, Yeah Yeah
Imma mix the Gin with the OJ
Hit that pussy have it looking like Yoplait
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
want to come and kiss you good bye in the lips
Why wait till your dead all in the mix if you never have then you never should
'cause I never would even
to make you
Shawnna:
I know you want me baby
Do I make you horny baby
I can tell by ya eyes
You want me ta ride you
Like a horsey baby
Better
Fifteen times I saw the world pass me by
Fifteen times just this week alone
It's getting faster
I don't think the sisters will be happy but
What can you do
"It's a work trip in Dominican"
She knows I'm sinning again, she knows
Good God, damn, I can't get shit by you
I can't be sleepin' on you
I wanna put some
uneven and guest to my own eyes, owl eyes
That can't see too far, 'cause I have cornucopia of myopia scar
Utopian star heals and kills dystopian scar by
you'll think french because you're fucking fried
In the mix of my verbal assault fighting sticks
You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can
skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah want to see me
[defari]
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If i had some gasoline
the little gal she did say
Well we gotta have a license gotta have a license
I asked her why she repied cause you gotta have a license
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, 'cause big
dough, watch her twerk it on floor
All for me, all for free, can you turn it up some more
I wanna feel that bass bumping from the 808s
Like dealers moving
the tables turn I wonder
If you can taste that
Now bank on tellers to have statements
Lesson and delay any chance of escape
Ensure no way out
If any let it be
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