Lyrics:
ma’am yes ma’am am that’s all facts
Back back back back
Yes sir yes ma’am get the fuck back
Fact fact facts facts
Damn right
All I do is spit big facts
toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you
I been racing all my life
I got G16 by my side
G16
Yushman
Karein hum coup
Baith ke in coupe
Karein hum coup
Baith ke in coupe
Uske dost kehte sir
We ain't
Have to pay a toll
Painting my masterpiece
Waiting to master peace
Waiting on that release
Before the end of my time
(Yes sir, yes sir, yes
cyy
Superior on the mix
Nelly pon this one yeah!
Jorshie on the beat
I've got a lot on my mind
Can't get you off my mind
My feelings
in berlin?
I don't live in berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh I see, lyndon johnson lives in texas too, does he not?
I know,
[Intro]
Unusual suspect (unusual suspect)
But I know these niggas (but I know these niggas).
Jim Johnson, Big D (Jim Johnson and Big D).
Ah dis
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
gonna need it
You're gonna need it
The Johnsons' kids at school/Arrived by motorcade
Behind the blacked out window of an armoured Escalade
Sign in
Savage big dog status judge Johnson let my big dog have it can't sleep bad dreams I ain't never had shit so you can come an try me I'm blastin
Didn't smoke
money 'cause I finance my own campaign.
I ain't for sale.
I keep a fat bankroll in my pocket baby,
Big as a hay bale, yes sir
Now I want
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
don't got it Nomo
I'm more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
Yo this that way where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league
they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we
Chainz
Parking lot of the Blue Flame
Only place I recruit dames
Big body from New Orleans, takin' up two lanes (Thick!)
Still 'bout the bread like
nrate, godly
One by one, ke sorry
Die poppe sal dans
Nasi, stru, true story
Julle moet stop die lorrie
Thiba Lebaka
Nantsi ya ngen' indlovu
Hip Hop's Dali
colors
Red, blue yellow and many others
Purple , orange , lime green
Pink , grey and aquamarine
Let's learn to mix them, one by one
Mixing different
drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
From da cradle to da grave Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY / Chorus You gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
Got me fucked up that's a misunderstanding
Got the Glock by the Johnson I shoot like Stanley
Shoot a lil jumper like Johnson
Say that I'm broke boy stop
back I'm bring you straight back
I'm too smooth
Young Savage big dog status Judge Johnson
Let my big dog have it
Can't sleep bad dreams, I ain't
Romie wrap
'em like a mummy his style bummy
Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit
Blood on the barrel
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