Lyrics:
got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes
But i'm not feeling your mix tape brother
I think you made a big mistake brother
You're not hip-hop that's a piss take brother
Yeah, I like your mix
whata ya mean I got the ready head king
That'll butter ya thing the love of the cream
Baby girl get low, make that ass hop like a 6 foe
Make the booty
heart on the track and
Have you feeling my pain
Seen a lot of hard times
On the way to success
When I'm mad writing a rhyme
Is my way to express
Lay back
[VERSE 1]
Oh - back again makin the rhythm kick jazz
Used to be wick-wack, now I got funky pizzazz
Idryss'll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like
the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip-hop
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
it on, so I won't get busted
You know rap stars never get trusted
Baby want to get so I put it on vibrate
How does Mix-A-Lot communicate
With
some of the biggest R&B and hip hop legends of our time. And it was a treat to listen to the albums before the world's got to hear them. And Angie,
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano
Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop
[Chorus]
[Oh No]
In this
to double up (I got one on each arm)
Hop up in that Phantom with the dough to a side
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I'm bout
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
people, clap with me
Listen hard and tell me what you hear
Is it noise or is it def beats in your ear?
You said you want one, and now you got some
nigga name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains It pours to the ryhmes hardcore thats why I give you more of the raw
Talent that i
makin' me nervous, uh (lil' Baby, you makin' me nervous)
Go to your hood, yeah, I'm purgin', huh (what?)
Hop in the Lamb', yeah, I'm swervin' (hop in
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
can hear they already unconscious
I got this, on the top list, fake
I'm not this
Temple of Hip-Hop, rising to the top, kid
Every verse is a persecution
make y'all wanna come get me
But look here, I work hard for all the things I got
And to hang with a n****s just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed,
stop
I don’t give a butt about no politics in rap
My little homie Stunna Deuce
Ain’t never comin' back
So I got to go hard every time I jump on wax
Bump
of hip-hop rhymes
Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times
But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind
L.L. has iced all the washed up
All day I been on this hip hop this hip hop
Long jays gotta keep dat shit sparked dat shit sparked
All pay I been chasin dis gwop man dis gwop
Who
the bottom
It ain't shit change (Damn)
Had to ice up my body like I got wrist pain
(Yes, sir)
Neck strain, team is on my back (Yes, sir)
Still we schemin' for
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