Lyrics:
not a friend you a fan motherfucker sing a long
Am I wrong? Only god knows
Mix it up, god flows
Yeah I got those, and I'm never chasing gatos
Yeah I buy
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
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, shit
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get
bombs away
Niggas mad cause I made a name
And unlocked a flow
And got in the game
Well I Started singing and was out of key
Does it really matter I'm
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
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this
[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
Getting fucked off the drugs
We don't nuck
We don't buck
We just wanna have fun
So what's up
Got a cup
Mix it up till it's done
Got a lot if you wanna
Got
Get busy!
Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak
So cute in a suit, my beats can see
Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete
You can fold my robe,
Your CD get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
Cuz, I like your mix tape cover
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
the winner
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around, signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
not no geek,sir
Wipe them off so clean, and the vision is key word
Hard work
Dedication
Consistency
And a lot of mental perspiration
Is what I’m talking
Remember when I spent my birthday in a lot with one homie
When I'd spend the money by the lot I'd swear they all on me
Motivation started off as I
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
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