Lyrics:
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza, still madara
Elevate, this mix sounds mad ayy
Whippin' it, whippin' it
Stirrin', whippin' it
Don't let the white in
Concentration Camp
You punk motherfuckers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' head
Buck him down, buck him down, come again
Two
Concentration Camp
You punk motherfuckers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' head
Buck him down, buck him down, come again
Two
and my shorty
Yeah we antisocial so it’s fuck everybody (Everybody)
Feeling low but the drink help me feel chosen
Lot of Bombay some lemonade mix it like
my swords
My pop told me jump off the porch, he always on my medulla
He told me to whip it myself, Boy i give a fuck bout ya Uber
Come from the land
to get fix, how to get mix
'09 Wop, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I saying?
Quarter
I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big
off
I'm laughin', thinkin' when HAZEY's jeetin', when it gets hot
Does he take his mask off? (Hahaha)
Gotta mix these packs and potions
No P's
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping' at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin' it
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
look like water in cancun
[Verse 2]
Speed out the arena, flood out the lot,
We on El Camino soon as I put it on drive
Put you on, put it up
Live, 120
knees, yeah (amen)
Run up that cheese, yeah (let's get it)
Loyalty, yeah (what you say?)
Loyalty, yeah (only way)
Got a lot to be thankful for, I got
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
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
to have fun Shake it up I’m just Wana/tryna shake it up Mix a little bit of happy Get a whole lot of Love It ain’t luck And I never feel stuck Cause I’m
a move on 'em
Hey, Hennessy with the chardonnay, mix it
I put the trees in the Garcay, twist it (whoa, yeah)
A true player smokin' purple hair
Two
a move on 'em
Hey, Hennessy with the chardonnay, mix it
I put the trees in the Garcay, twist it (whoa, yeah)
A true player smokin' purple hair
Two
skunk so that I can ease me wheezy lungs chop it up nice
cuz we don't need no chunks give me a swig of that 2 6 rum keep it mix with my cocacola this
Atleast I call it being
Got no need to creep in
Just jump right off the deep end
No other language or accent I'd rather speak Slim
Cos I follow your
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
Mix A Lot
Whatever hurt me in the past still amounts to gain
Because it taught me how to "Jump Around" this House of Pain
Now that's growth
See the plan
he come
Shine lyrically dope
My ability strokes the Todd Bridges of dose
A fly mix with a toast
Of my niggaz who jump (jump!)
From my side to run in
caught a M he got nicked
Payback man we done this for Liz
Running from the cops, left the dots at the crib
Coca in the Rex, I give it a little mix
And I
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