Lyrics:
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
always mix up their numbers you know
Oh, please...
But hear me out
At every hertz on radio
Shiny stars are walked upon
The streets of fame
No one loves
around and just hit, Like,
She cute and she fit and she know that the opps be racist like mit,
Put him in the mix, let it mix like spit,
You niggas be
Officer, sir you must be jokin'
That was a cigarette I was smokin'
ATL's the place
559 parking lot was the scene
Smoking big green with a bitch named Vicki
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
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
of information
My mind starts racin'
I'm in the lot dancin' with the hard-headed
I start to attack on every track when I react
Dancehall style, ain't nothin'
at her.
Every other chick becomes a blur.
Be my misses I'll be your sir.
I love her, the way she is, the way she are, a shooting star.
And I pray that you
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
"Why did you join my beloved core?"
"Sir, to kill sir!"
"So you're a killer?"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Let me see your war face."
"Sir?"
"You got a war face?
to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
swim in the ocean, for fear of shark attacks
Bi-monthly get his wife a rose with a card attached
Avoiding all the little things that were hard to ask
to be taxed
Handed that shaft by our governmental staff
We talk about our problems
We talk about a lot
We talk rebelling yet everybody soft
Think
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
I'm the nicest
You fucking with royalty
Better bow to your highness
Cuz I'm feeling real aggy
You gon' try to attack me
Hope y'all ready for war
Cuz I'm
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
You don't wanna get stretched in here
I'd break your neck
But you ain't had a neck in years
Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best
It's clear
Spend a comma make it back, cause the
Money come up in a rack, when i pull
Up in a star take a drag, and i be
Having a panic attack, yuuhuh, and i
through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya,
Multiply that number by ten
You get a lot of answers
When you want a dildo in their ass
That's not for me
Boy sit down have a seat
Then add a wink I see your
Mhmmm. Uh
Uh huh
I done lost a lotta love
I done lost a lotta trust
I done lost a lot of love
I been told that I'm an option
I done lost a lot
Oh she feisty
But she trifling
She so sexy
But she sheisty
She gon indict me
She a trustfund babyyy
No sir, no sir
I ain’t have your daughter
back by
the rising sun
A star shining and on the one
So intricate you start to trip and bit by bit
One hit your lit how can you handle this
Reggie Rocko
Tonight
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