Lyrics:
a washing machine
I said, "Fellas, what are all those wings for?"
They said, "For hanging clothes out to dry"
I said, "You fools, take that washing machine
So what's real fool?
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
[Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Back when MLK Way was Empire Way
I was
faucet
To the monster in my closet
But he's seeping out the sockets
Slowly creeping to the cockpit
Hold up
Yo let me run it back
Man I'm passed that
(Got my girl on the FaceTime)
Abstract Liquid Records
Please do that dance on the camera (aye)
I'mma smoke weed, watch Atlanta (aye)
Mix it up, crush
Mackalicious
Ain't you got a king?
Before 10: 00 Westwood, I'm no good
Shaking from here to back to Breckwood
On One FM rap show
The illest flow that you ever
Bit em' with the VAT now chuck it in the mix
Invest and supply
Always on the grind
Take her for a ride but she playing kinda shy
Tell me what you like
and meditate, and leave it up to God to take the stress away
I use to give my flesh away
To plenty women that would stay
All it took was thick thighs, good vibes
Just take what you want from me
Take it all away from me
Throw it all away from me
Just to watch me crumble
Me and drugs don't mix
But everytime I
a while and find your jam on my radio dial
Girl all I want, is just to see you smile
That pretty little smile
I'll take you out there, in the middle
I'm on the radio but still you go and leave me by
I'm on the radio now
Am I loud enough for you to care?
It's not the fact
That you wrote to me last
Froot Loop the wrist, they hit my PayPal
And these bitches can't take that I'm the wave now (yeah)
We body the body
He rubbing it on me, he wanna get
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
Take a few tick-tocks off of your clock
Put a little Third Rock in your hip-hop
I got that
1994, Joe Diffie comin' out my radio
I'm just a country
Joe, Joe Diffie
Joe, Joe, Joe Diffie
Baby if you're lookin' for a good time
Let me take you to the C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
Now baby let's go, holler if you're
We tryna do more than just make music
Don't wanna lose it
Creativity explicatives
Yall done abused it misused it
Good music's what we came here for
record at your radio STATION
Feel the SENSATION, I put it right there
They be like "Luda!", I be like "Y-yeah!",
You like it like that, don't ya baby
record at your radio STATION
Feel the SENSATION, I put it right there
They be like "Luda!", I be like "Y-yeah!",
You like it like that, don't ya baby
sing along and take me by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you
out a map
Then he laid it down flat, shall we begin?
The target, a famous radio DJ
Everything that we sent him he refused to play
We tried to be
stress on my body
I want out my body for good
Am I understood that choppa go body for body
Like you niggas probably should
I would if I could I guess all
It's all good in the hood ha-ha
Yeah It's all good, got it, check
I wish I was a star
I wish it wasn't hard
I wish I lived that good life
Wish I had
imaginations
Get the best of y'all
And that goes for the rest of y'all
Cause I'm the stereotype...
So I'm just your typical so-called african-american
Back in
What they do?
They get drunk and they get loose
Mix that Goose with Absolute
Then they turn to prostitutes
Tell me what they do?
For about
found the one
Told mom that so many times that I'm sounding dumb
'Cause she started to mix Ashley up with Tanesha
And saying "Hi Britney" when I'm
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