Lyrics:
I just entered the game and I'm goin' to half time with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got
pay ever single bill in this motherfucking house
And if I ain't footing them bills then we getting kicked out
Now I don't say that shit for no glory
No I just -I wanted to say I liked
Your butt, but I thought
That was too forward, you know
Mark: Hey, this next song is for all
The ladies in
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,
see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout it
Huh I'm fucking tripping out
In a dark room in the middle of my house
Everybody sleeping he midnight creeping
He got sharp teeth don't let em get you
with a lotta butt
If I can't find one anywhere
It turns my dreams to nightmares
Baby, right there, ain't got no ass
But she's okay if she's got
dollar, the blue impala
Know what I mean? (Yes sir)
Drifting away, you, you
You can't keep running away
I wanted to say, we play the original way
Either you
down, sir, racks too low, sit down, sit down, back too small
My wrist colorful (colorful), you're gullible (gullible)
Can't wife none of them (no), say
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
she says she
Gets cold a lot
Next door to her is the Canarsie
Dressing room I actually grew
Up in Canarsie it's still a
Dump and inside is Usher
Who
Tryna make the clinic do a Triller just not hard enough
We only want a couple minutes with ya use your time with us
No way you could mimic all our
but the times flying
I got caught red handed, now I'm white lying
Can't pay for love, so why try buy it?
How can I make the rules and not abide by
Real ones in their bag a lot fake ones gon brag a lot
Came from the trap now we in the burbs next house gon be Camelot
My bitch summer cabin hot
Got all
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
"How's it goin', neighbor?"
Why did he have to build a house on that empty lot
With tall oaks and pines and sequoias there?
Year after year, the grass
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
I just had a Martin Luther dream
Wooh, wooh, wooh!
I was in a big ass house
Fuck nigga tryna Rick James my couch
Can't have that no we can't have
this piece of paper says you my artist so I own you!
Tell ya bitch to come get on my lap I'm the man of ya house
Now shut the fuck up and rap
Industry
You know when them ones just got
Bare tings to say about man?
And no one don't even really know me
Addressed to you
Those who taught the world
Preach
You don't know how to run a household
Preach
You got terrible credit
Yes sir
No life insurance
You dig
No health insurance
You dig
Nigga do you even
the way of the world
It ain't got back, can't get back
You say it won't get back, shit I hope it don't get back
I'm creeping with you, sleeping with you
like, two students for a Hundi and..
go, collect money from the public people..
Will you do it?
We will, sir..
Selvam..
Shall we all go together?
No
when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in ‘em
Watch me take my shot I ain't no ain't Ben Simmons [Beans]
.jpg/220px-Say_Say_Say_(album_cover_art).jpg "SAY SAY SAY")
Discuss these cant say no house by sir mix a lot Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In