Lyrics:
say
I said come eat the dick she said Ok
(Okay)
That lil money you flipping is short cake
But I'm thick in the mix like a sorbet
I'm big gang I don't do
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
(STOP!)
Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
I'm seeing the world and all its
to call me boy when they boycott it
Now they call me sir
'cause they're searching it i die for this
I'm birthing this
About to make headlines like my hair
us, you can call me Tanzanite
This is how we like to do it, mix the Casa with the sprite
The best coast is the one opposite of the one on the right
I
tell them meet me out front
Ed, Edd, and Eddy
We was trying to get rich
And we ain't know how so we used to hit licks
Scouts by the lots looking for
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
and the finest fur
For Danny boy, one L can't deter
Real colorful and angular
Have her like oh man thank you sir
Make her feel like cotton candy clouds
a couple niggas tryna swap me out they place
Them lil boys won't hesitate yeah
Know i've been gone but i came back the cake yeah
I stay gassed up cause i'm
a future but last name ain’t Hendrix
Talkin 'bout you ugly, bitch you fishin'
Gas with the Bans got X-ray vision
Boy you crumbs got picked by the pigeons
I’m
was number one before the season had began
Boy, you make me wanna
Boy you make me wanna-
Boy, you make me wanna
Go 'head, go 'head, go
Boy, you
(Wilt Chamberlain All Hunitts)
Yeah
Take an Adderall to fix my focus
I like to mix my doja
I think I might switch my dosage yeah
Im up two more
Molly
like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot
A nigga trying move a dollar cake
Whipping up a pot of cake cook it slow and steady
Yeah a nigga trying get a lot of cake
To take care of my mama cake if
I afraid or what?
All these are not fake notes or stolen ones..
I earned it by selling plots... Hot Cash....
Sir.. will you tell me where this address
gevar
I never sleep I'm an owl in the dark
And it's on by far sickest flow switch need a surf board
I'm a star and it's only when can they see they boy
I think she fuckin with pop the way she rockin Christian Dior
I mix the love with the fashion call it Armani amor
She hit the mall and start cashing
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs
Where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room (seein' as how they took
Out all
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
My little sister's outside
Playin' patty cake (patty cake)
My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen)
Wit' the Shake 'n Bake
Magoo got
'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get
of don't feel no pain
I'm having motion, like it or not
Racks off of rapping I like it a lot
They said that I'm falling off… Stop
I'm having money boy look
My dream life getting closer
My Da asked was I in a gang I shook my head like no sir
I think all my folks can tell I switched the wine and soda
I
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