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Mama taught me how to fold my clothes, Mama taught me how to be respectful, cnd daddy taught me how to use common sense, cnd daddy taught me how
She wants the earth moved Jackhammer no My tool's multifunction I'm finna get down deep in her tum tum Sir mix a lot of styles just to up the fun some
I know lots of shorties, but I've never met a princess, yes sir Blowing up my inbox, and the molly help me answer She got too far, now she want me
saw was some little skater kid Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones. Oh man, I'll check the news And find out what the hell's
move Can’t control the world, control my attitude Verse 1: Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes If you want to playa hate Eat a big 'ole snake It's
love being all by my lonely and matching myself, cause only in I who I trust Copped me a zip and said fuck it and went made music on behalf of the buds
And it took a lot of pain just to learn what she meant Yea all these demons in me baby I'm just tryna vent Yea all this trauma in me that shit stuck like
would move slower Or that I could go back in time Well, I'm just a down home southern Lord, I don't need nothing just enough to get me by And I was
a new street, so posse move ahead We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set My Posse's On Broadway
mama got home, they turned into a threesome, Her mama ate the pussy while her daddy doggy sounded, The family freak together and they also laid
know the Fucking half of what I've Fucking been through! Well, Sir Isaac Newton said the law of energy Is, "Energy is not lost or destroyed It is merely
that's the case Well then, I guess my daddy, wasn't, the mailman (Fuck him) Sappy pappy sapping happy from the air man Double dare me to have a tantrum
Daddy wasn't home where he at though? Daddy wasn't home where he at though? Most of these Daddy's out here a GPS lock on their neck And they still can't
better go home where it's warm You can live in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of the family man Daddy's gonna buy her a dream
Ok, JME Skepta big up Ribs, whats gwarning Big up Reggie you dunknow Soon coom home yeah Yeah, thrown in the bin, thrown in the bin Your CD get's
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
her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money A big time drug dealer from around the way Slingin' rocks, makin' G's everyday He drove a big fat
your name especially In drug game They call me bigg daddy cane Don't get tricked by these hoe that's a pimp lane Strapp. up or get aids Had to save
Crying because she doesn't have a dress without a patch for the party to go But you know she'll get by 'Cause she's living in the love of the common people
my mama worked and my daddy worked had to walk the streets Where they play fa keeps nah life ain't sweet by five foot three I had seen a lot how
She sent my pops right into town To pick a Douglas fir He bellied up to the bar instead And said to the man, "Yes sir!" Old pops he liked his eggnog
wrastle the fangs off of my fist Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres On some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers Pagans fade into
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