Lyrics:
Sherie Temple like a criminal
Told me she a nympho, Creole mix with Seminal
Said she got a pot of gumbo slow cooking on the stove
Don't want to eat alone
my brain now I think of you only oh
Dem hips don’t lie
Every time I dey sit down dey think of your body
I dey think of your body
I dey think of your
Say it's my time
Say I'm gonna shine
Boa
Ahp
I'm poppin my shit
That boy sweet put ass on a lick
Walk around with that fye on my hip
Switching lanes
from Da Brick City
This is DJ Say What
An' we're gonna blast y'all right now
With the new cut by Redman, ?I Don't Kare?
On W0 Fuck All y'all Radio
the one winning
While you just count up minutes
Ill be at the finish
Don't waste my time; your not worth it
Can't escape the fact that numbers do lie
Im not
show me your boobies
Lemme eat the pussy
I don't wanna waste time; I don't wanna waste rhymes
I just wanna just chill; I just wanna get mine
Y'all been
and let me hang with ya
Dont know how to act with that thang on ya
When we come around, I'ma show you off
Mix the henny with the rum drinking alcohol
Pull
the illest
I just wanna show myself while at the littest
But most of ya'll bitches ain't even competin'
My hands on my hip while she suck on that semen
My
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
I've been waitin on the day I could finally say
That I don't worry bout bills so I constantly pray
but what that does
That's only part of the day
don't have to say
Cos she already know how I move when I'm all in the mix
Cocaine 'fits with the black on my kicks
Take off my pants
Spaz on the dick
Now
Call me a librarian, rhymes are scary when
I mix verbs and phrases and put the vocabulary in places
where, only the M-O-N-see-H can do it
So don't ever
professional
We count commas, don't stress 'bout the decimal
We got loud, blow it down by the decible
In the crowd blown' clouds of that medical
My new girl like
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
stopping the show
Dropped out of grad school to get that dream,
But learned that distance just aint my scene
Moved to the bedroom, manifesting mix to mix
Porsche
Say this ain't a rental
I was in my mental
Could you blame me I was in pickle
I want to go on the shows and talk to jimmy kimmel
Ima jump on the old
I'm systematic, hydromatic
I'm unorthodox like Lenny Kravitz
I don't play guitar, still on your radar
And you can help by screamin, fuck you
confused when you mix up the dates
Whoa
Don't gimme the pretend you come for the weekend
And you stay for the week
You say that you hate it but that's
confused when you mix up the dates
Whoa
Don't gimme the pretend you come for the weekend
And you stay for the week
You say that you hate it but that's
When gripped by the mind; oh no!
Two worlds collide and show that the very true high;
Let Go! Or be ripped by the mind
One trip from behind
They take
shorty she wanna Put it on her lips i got The tech 9 on My hip she wanna waste my time i Said don't waste my time yea
I got the bands fosho i'm messing it
can do this shit like we connected at the hips
I've seen lower dips
Baby can't we settle it?
I just wanna show you what I feel inside
Feel like i can
the least
And if I want to be conceited, I'll hear myself, chief
Ace lady rapper, cold queen of hip-hop
Have the people screamin' (Sweet Tee, don't
own
No lie
No lie
Baby you know that I'm bad yeah
You must be tripping if you don't think I'm the man yeah
Hope you understand that
I'm not trynna mix
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