Lyrics:
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E feeba e mama e nor dae take mess
E street smart en humble
E nor wan trouble
E nor wan bad name
E nor mix brah e nor wan make e mama shame
E nor
was told by Uncle Maurice
Yeah that's my Uncle Maurice
Put a football in my hand
Said stay up out them streets
Make more than a hundred grand
Then I
track
Mix it so that the low pass will match
Yeah
'Cause it gets shady as the aftermath
And trust
I don't love her 'cause the ass is fat
Yes, I been
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
my dreams while you physically see my seat recline
I mix and master my tracks but can never find the time to work the craft
And I'm saying that
I think
illin'
And don't call 'cause he don't hang with derelicts
Broke with no cash, yo; I was in the mix
Everybody stepped 'cause my pocket wasn't fat
My
Since birth I've been the worst
Commit sins in the church
At night I stalk the Earth by
Day I sleep in a hearse
Cash fill like Noah's Ark
And you be
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
Have you had enough
Can’t cool been a life of mistrust
Forged a fire by the rules imposed on us
Shouldn't act surprised
You craft your own demise
Respect
Love I'd surround you
convinced I had found you
I'd hoped to earn your name
I'll craft her and shape her
the tendrils of vapor
collect, reveal her
Truest to the culture true is how I feel
Time is of the essence mother, know the deal
Yo, we stole the tape recorder man just to be involved
Eight oh
I hit the shot for the game yea
We Gon go insane
We smoke gas propanee
And cash out by the bank yea
We was just tryna get some rank
Yea on E yea no
On Crying Without You On The Plain Craft
Do I Have To Choose?
I´m Scared To Loose You Now!
A D Bm E
Under Performing, Without Money
A D C#m E
I Can´t Afford
addition listen close to the mission
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume
With the route to Brut by Faberge
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
Off spring
between right and wrong
We should all live life by one fact
Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back
I seen cats go out like suckers
I seen
Times it by 2 make a hundred trill
Flowing got all the skill
You might be thinking I'm from Brazil
Flowing so heavy still (Prime)
Pull up on me I
Sittin' over here by myself feeling lonely
Snakes in the grass, now I gotta get to mowing
I be in the sky , I be high like I'm Boeing
Root Beer I
Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc
And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics
People pay
Just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'll freak
I'm incredible I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed out cause they lost it
Peep my
Until she started sniffing P
Streets love me but I’m hated by the MPD
Multimillion dreams but I have
Nightmares of the F-E-D's (God damn)
Lord please have
cause they don't have the answers
Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas
Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas
A mix of everything
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
It’s 2019 as the money is tightening
Legal blunts blazed by the right wing
Go to church for a Hermaphroditus sighting
All organic a blight
awake wid the riffle a gun play fully one law bima pon the run way if a war you whant we na complain tigi stack the million a so the funs stay you deff!!!
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