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laid, bouta be my song
Make this shit my single 
Way to the top that's Pluto 
Astronaut 
My lance Armstrong 
Don't dance a lot, No sir Lancelot 
In my own

getting lifted the white sir smoke alot straight getting splifted

Verse 3
I walked in swinging laughing and singing intoxicated and slightly faded
the Room

married

Baby got back she be on it doing squats
When I'm In It I be whiping it call me sir mix a lot
Switch lanes when moods change
Excited by games

well, Sir, tell me, that will flow forever more"

And he answered and said, "Unto her your water will go dry
And my well is everlastin', if you drink

a hooptie
Shorty telling me what it could be
Not what it should be
Summertime good nights
Getting high
Project rooftops in the sky
Smoke in my eyes
Birds in

true, sir.
We're Who's who, sir.
I'm a Who and so is she

Mayor & Mrs. Mayor:
We're tiny little people blowing by in the air,
Wonder how and why
We're

coming for my head well bitch I'm waiting
Scared to get trapped by a lady
We cant go half on a baby no
Ride in the hooptie at night time, I need a fucking

Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By

to get in the mood 
A lot on my plate you get aye like some food 
2 big Glocks lil' bitch I'm a shoot 
These n***** be lame they sweet like some fruit 
My

Scotty, I'm talkin' switch my mood by Puffy crib (wow)
Screamin', "Yes sir" (yes sir) matching stretched furs (fur)
My diamonds go, "Brr" (brr), yeah,

Mixin' up them grams, junkies callin' me Sir Mix-a-Lot
Please leave me alone, cause you gon' die If I bend your block exotic got me  high
This shit

to Bahamas, fuck a AC
Still remember summers with no AC
Ain't really playin' niggas close since my brother died
I keep that chopper by my side, can't be no

I'ma take my time wit this one
Cuz a lot of time has been put in
Locked in

I call this here my freshman flow
Orange Juice and Lemonade 2 Dutch's

brzydzi tutaj jak ospa
Tona silikonu w cyckach też

Jeszcze trzy miesiące i kotek da mi na nowe cycki

Wymóg to bufet, który doceniłby Sir Mix-A-Lot
Więc

guide
My Pops told me I would be the guy
My mama told me put my faith in God
I never studied, had a lot in mind
I graduated fully weaponized
At lunch time

kitchen hot
Working with little to nothing but sir I mix a lot
Mission was the ceiling
Tops
Tipping (Tip in)  the shit I drop
Will he (wheelie pop) pop ?

young - well
Everybody knows my story
- we didn't have a lot free lunch was
The thing, "We can get free lunch oh
We're going to free lunch this is
Like

love is so poisonous
The world is so fucked up got me mixing drugs up
Mix a lot of shit together on my overdose
Thought love was forever but that shit be

'cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my stilo

Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci

John Lee Hooker for President

Ry Cooder

Pull Up Some Dust and Sit Down

money 'cause I finance my own campaign. 
I ain't for sale. 

I keep a fat bankroll in my pocket baby, 
Big as a hay bale, yes sir
Now I want

of breakin' off back (oh my damn)
I know that p**** flowin' so ima need life Jack (I ain’t pullin out)
Anaconda goin' dumb lookin at those buns
I, sir mix a lot

this clit popper
Shaking up my emotions, and spilling em out the bottle
Conditioned to be phenomenal
Problems, I got a lot of em
Promise any obstacle you

Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for