Lyrics:
hair
The Edge Of Glory-
Plays piano
There ain’t no reason you and me
Should be alone tonight yeah baby
But I got a reason that you hoo
Should take me
lo
And she all upon me like a logo, logo
But I'm not complaining, by baby let's go ohhhh
She kill them with the dance
She murder with her waist
mo, damn, she got the best throat (flamingo)
Rappers think soon as we meet, they get a verse for free (no, sir)
Hate when business get personal, pay
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle,
(shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
I
(shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
I
Call me on my phone before I go back in
There's a lot of empty hearts, a lot of enemies
Got a lot of shit to pour, a lot of Hennessy
But I'm off
[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
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
can't get out of that
Sittin' on that work for too long, bring that product back
Money, guns, and drugs, yeah, nigga, we got a lot of that
A thousand
it gets
(Baby you got to keep going)
Straight from the bottom
We trying to make it to the top of the list
Niggas die everyday so it's no wonder I'm not
shit, dawg, you niggas don't know nothin', The only nigga we ever had in our motherfuckin' city, That nigga name is Sir Mix-A-Lot, But I'm not no Sir
lot
Hey
Whole lot, whole lot, whole lot, whole lot
Hey
Whole lot, whole lot, whole lot, whole lot
(had that money baby)
Got a lot of money, even more
Welcome back to the March of
Dimes and the times man
You got your boy Lil B in the house
Chance The Rapper (IGH)
Keepin' it amazing, keepin' it
the fuck you put that trash out you didn't think it Flopped
Send over the feature and I'll jump on it like sir mix a lot
Jump In now on any beat just like
kill 'bout a bitch (yes, sir)
Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah
And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga
Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (nah)
I got lot
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
it when I'm wit'chu, baby)
I, got a fetish for fuckin' you wit'cha skirt on
On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon
What's takin' so long?
and A train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And don't front, I'm jingelin baby
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
Bitch I'm dead asleep
Them enemies
Come with lots of faces
Keep they back to me
That's why I keep the strap in that elastic of my boxer briefs
So when
in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being
he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck
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