Lyrics:
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
God more right now
(I can't really talk right now)
Got a lot of mix emotions
Trying to see if is safe outside
(Oh I need a moment yeah)
Because Is not
got some freckles
Water my wrist, it be makin' some puddles
I got a team and we stay in a huddle
My bad for the hustle
Baby, you know I'm not regular
I
slow it down and make it last
Maybe make this the time of our lives
Well we got so hot it hit us like a hurricane
Never been the same
All we did is hold
Rihanna
In the mix is what I am not
I don't do the drama
Bitch I'm lit like a Molotov
Baby I'm on fire
I can't switch on my brothers
For no figures and for
Ol' mackin-ass Mix is back
I'm slangin' that game on 28 tracks
Yep yep, pack 'em in a Benz
Take 'em to my house, straight let 'em all in
Call
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Eey
Ahhh
Yeah
Mixing up the potions
(Mix, mix)
Mixing up
(mix, mix)
Mixing up the potions your like skittles
Me and my…
Me and my friends
Me
I'm still on det same typical young nigga shit
Det shadyoaks baby shit
Knowimsaying
I see alot of lil niggas popping out now
Knowimsaying yall niggas
the mix facin' a three-to-six
'Cause they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World shouldn't
the junkies twerking if you mix it perfect
Like I'm missy flip it and reverse it bitch what is yo purpose
These niggas tripping I got lots a bitches worry bout
[Guru]
Yo my girl's heated
'Cause I told her I was busy workin and I couldn't talk
I told her I'd call her back later and she still got mad
That
this you lately
Happens all the time, you'll be crawling like a baby
Back to the world, back to getting lazy
Back to your ways, face a blunt every day
Baby just don't cry no river
Today I brought my gen 3 out
Cause my gen 5 a lil bigger
I'm publicly him
I ain't no public figure
Mix match Off White
Baby I hate that they don't say what's real
But me and you mix like gravy
I'm certainly not trynna spill
Just call it a night, we could chill
Hey chick!
baby break down
Good i got 'em all around baby
All around the world
But anyway listen, I got
Relax a minute, have a seat, sit down
Oh lovely lady, I've
Let's go back to my Jacuzz'
I ain't like them other fools
Got to play by my rules
Face down, ass up, pants off, look (ooh)
There it go, don't be
Let's go back to my Jacuzz'
I ain't like them other fools
Got to play by my rules
Face down, ass up, pants off, look (ooh)
There it go, don't be
Vogues
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast on standby
"K.
I touch down in Heathrow, I got the jet lag
Hop on a train, head straight to Paris
Need to get back
I need that Porsche, yes sir Dior need to go get
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
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