Lyrics:
I'll buy the nicest liquor
If I like that back I'mma bite it
See my Puki got one eye closed like a pirate
I take her out to cloud 9 boy I'm like a pilot
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
I'm talking bout you sir
It's gonna be the end of us won't it folks
Climate breakdown is rather tough tough tough
The arctic shelf is melting
Within
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
a riot
I got in the cutlass, went a few blocks
Saw a bitch and had to stop
Asked her if she needed a ride
The bitch just kept on walking by
So I said baby
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
moment (yeah)
Back and forth we calling out
Three times it was over
Rum inside my soda
I got shawty, watching how she movin
I got, lots of cash we can
her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get
existent
Before you started popping and then
You're from New York there's
A lot of rappers from New
York that aren't popping right
Now so you got those two
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
role, baby
You ain't got enough dough to pay me
You know the pen number, just page me
When you're real, baby
Damn Ma, I love you like a lot
Gonja,
Now all I need is you right by my side
I just copped a lot baby I ain’t gonna lie
I just copped a sum now I’m flying through the sky
I got a ten, I got
want it, ooh (it's that Latin)
You got it, uh (activity)
You want it (ohh)
Baby, you got it (break it down for me fellas)
Roll the track, step back
forward onward 'less we go back?
Don't nobody wanna be original and everyone thinking they bad
Rolling up on reinvented wheels 'cause it got chrome don't
Get busy!
Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak
So cute in a suit, my beats can see
Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete
You can fold my robe,
country
Sunset in the background never gets old
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am
Seal
at
I’m justtryna get my a** back
Front that boy a half a brick
And told him bring the bread back
Sir I mix a lot of lean my chopper
Baby got back
cooler than Dippin Dots
I dipped for a hot while but baby got back like Sir Mix-A-Lot
One tray
Fifty shots
We get the guap, while getting sloshed
I'm
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