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Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot

Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
I'm back in the mix
Haha Get my money Up, Gotta get my money up
Nixxas be thinkin It's funny I can't be fuckin around wit none of Ya
Broke Nixxas
Bitch I'm in the mix
I ain't sanctified want that whole smoke
Mix up in this bitch
I am no savage I'm a whole pope
You know me which side nigga
I
Bitch I'm in the mix
I ain't sanctified want that whole smoke
Mix up in this bitch
I am no savage I'm a whole pope
You know me which side nigga
was at home in the West of Moore
Six years later and he was back to his city
Knuckled up and got down to the gritty
Enrolled in ah college to learn what
own man nah I don't need a teacher
Got a lot of flavors but I swear it gets sweeter
Got a lot layers peel back like chiquita
I still mix a little bit
man jus a mind dem head back
Shawty came thru start boppin wit me
Got lost in my sauce n start moppin on mi
Then she start talkin bout shopping homie
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
A lot of these cats out here be faking
When it comes to making love
But you and me baby
This is real, and that's why it's

(N-N-Number one) Sex,
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
this 
(tameesia) got my own dawg  imma boss bitch
Yeah I got some too, Here baby light this 

Hook
Pour up spark that
Hit the blunt n then kick back
weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck a lot mix the business wit' the pleasure
think
Cut the bitch off got tired of the sneaky links
When slide onda block i can ride wit no drop
Always watch ova your back cant get knocked off by opps
little busters 
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em 
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot 
[CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we
A lot of these cats out here be faking
When it comes to making love
But you and me baby
This is real, and that's why it's

(N-N-Number one) Sex,
baby
I'm dripping daily at nights okay
At this point it's DaytoDay
I'm having muscle, I got no myostatin
European designers got me speaking latin
I made
that, rude cat
Get back a cool presence but I'll
Merk any fool present
Fool I'm the neighborhood news message
& got you you niggas ahhh

Ye-eeah that's
on the roof and crush this bitch,
Ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
So scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money
bourbon
On the hood I never turn back, fuck suburbans

Henny I sip, Henny I sip
Tequila I chase, Tequila I chase
Mix it with the green and we all out
down)
Big bans know I gotta keep alot around the times is steady changing 
So I got to keep a glock around (woah, woah)
No new friends I can't trust that
slow it down and make it last
Maybe make this the time of our lives

Well we got so hot it hit us like a hurricane
Never been the same
All we did is hold
(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

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