Lyrics:
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping' at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin' it
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
back)
Gucci, Louis, nigga know I mix match (Mix match)
2020 Benz, where he get that? (Get that?)
Money won't fold, I got rack, rack, racks (Racks)
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
(yeah)
One cop said, Sir, you're under arrest (ha)
I laughed in jest, assumed he was just showing off for his cop friends
Opened some Chex Mix
"Sir
Sometimes I can't think, feel like my mind gone
I wish I was born in a different time zone
Told my brother I got his back like his spine bone
have it
Rule pain
Rise up in power
Evolve minds
Walk with gods
Put.some life back in the ANKH universally
Take all the best I got
Kill of the worst in
tell her cuz
I got two other girls tryna get my buzz
I mix it with the cuss and fuzz
Ask my cuz he know a lot
He just tryna play cuz he got that sauce
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
Yeah I got a lot, got a lot up on my mind
Deep emotions, different potions, all thru the night
Mix it up, wash it back, yeah I'll be alright
Pass it
I'm just saying man it's TRUE,
Lot of niggas fake so what fuck I'm supposed to do,
Shawty want a boss she choosing up it's just not you,
Baby got
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
a lot x2
She tell me she want me to dig her out
U kno baby got back I'm sir mix a lot
If u run up on me den u getting shot
We can fight or u kno we can
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
niggas from my past
Don't want me breathing no more
Almost got stabbed in my back
Ain't taking chances no more
No more, no more
I pull up tell me where I'm
it up, get back double up
Zigzag purple stuff hit that huh
This that coming up real shit mix with the formula
Know no replica ugh ugh ugh
Big bag run
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 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
Got my rollup, And we got them papers baby
Got my doja and I got them flavors baby
For my smokers and the trapstars make shit go crazy
Tonight, we
with a two piece, you back to reality
I'm getting head in the back of a Camry
If you looking for your baby mama
She wit me
I promise I'll have the hoe
contact sports
When we get back to the Mix house,
I'm knockin' that kitty cat out!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby
you gon act a fuckin foo
If she stoppin by
Boy I gotta see it through
(Yeah yeah)
Boy I gotta see it through
If you mix in Henny and patron you prolly
living
I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go
Now, my next one,
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