Lyrics:
Fucking these bitches
Ain't really that serious
I just wanna do some other shit
A lot of these niggas
Be stressing bout pussy
I'm tryna go and get some
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
bought my momma a whip
My great-great-grandchildren already rich
That's a lot of brown chi'r'en on your Forbes list
Probably looking around my compound
basements
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
KDC mix let the Black man talk shit
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
Who holds it down like
Oh- oo- oh
I need to know
Baby if I be myself
Will you judge me
When time passes by
Baby will you still love me
She hit up my line and she tell me
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
ey this one goes out to my raza on the
Eastside, Westside, Northside, And SouthSide
i wear a brown bandana homeboy, representing brown pride
you've
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
na
Money talk we no nid to dey brag na
Kin ma foyin laaro pelu Hennessey
Tabi champagne bawo le shey fesi
XO lama mix pelu pepsi
No 1... goal keeper
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, shit
she (for she)
Brown skin woman made me turn brazy
She was the general ina mi army
SHE
Walk around by the middle of the house in and out dancing she's
Turn up in the headphones quite a bit
We in Paris with this shit ya know I'm sayin'
Yes, sir
Rest in peace my brother Paris Brown, nah mean?
tryin to raise my pay, like sir mix a lot ray
The 808 will do it, fine women lose it, it's like kit of tools, the way it loosen up the screws
afro
fifty
I get money but my name ain't Fifty
Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck
Brown, purple, pinky
And then I put pink stones in the pinky
Bought
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
oh, girl, your body good
Boardroom smart, but I love it when they hood (yeah)
Aquazzura Amazon sandals in that emerald green
Same color gown by
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
If you knew me then, then you don't know me now
Came thru this bitch drunk, I'm off that good whiskey brown
If you knew me then, then you don't know
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
Cosmo made us think we're fat
Like Sir Mix a Lot we're not down with that
Or trying to sell us shit to make us look hot
But then Helen Gurley Brown
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