Lyrics:
front of Garfield, I swoop around the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out, "Fuck Mix-A-Lot!"
Do I hate 'em? Naw, I gotta love 'em
They think my head is big,
baby
Break in a nigga car at the light
Put the gun to his head, make
Him park on the right, and
Then I tell him, "Don't talk
" make him get out and walk
struggling
Boys don't know and I'm tired of mean-mugging
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got
struggling
Boys don't know and I'm tired of mean-mugging
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
between the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you light
weight boy we don't wait up
Elevate the elevator
Conversation with the paper
Money talks it gives me data
If it's time to serve a plate up
I don't ever
Real talk boss, what you like for sauce
Put in your order, and I will deliver
Chicken Shop Boys coming through your radio
Stereo, don't rate me but you
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Don't talk about
'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas
How you
blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
by the beach
With my ten toes down
Like damn
Real talk
Watch
fuck a duck's arse
You don't want me to draw for the
Ting and make a boy run fast
Bust your head with a pint glass
About yeah I fucked man's arse
You
put you on the Game)
I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in the backseat
Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, nigga I'm West coastin
The next
bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just
understand
If you can hit it, sing along and take me by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo
to your knees
Look by my team, girl, come one for the king
Leave your man at home and I'ma lay the room key
Say you never had sex on the beach
Never did no
and found
My boys are sniffing in the air, on your blood like them hounds
When they speak about the boogeyman, I'm it like the clown
I'll put that music
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em
Yes you know a nigga
deranged
They don't want the fame
Kill your ass and fly to Spain
Ding ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy,
the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I
advice that I ever had
It came from my wise dear old dad
He said, "Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now
to talk
You let your friends get all in head
I showed you the difference you still walked away
Don't understand why you couldn't talk
Like pass me
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