Lyrics:
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Standing on my tippy toes (for real)
Rest In Peace twenty four(for real)
I'm cool in the clutch, frozen in the whip
M-I-X man you know the deal
Yeah
You gotta swag it out on this one
Fitteds on lean, tilted to the side
Yeah
I stays Reynolds Wrap fresh from top to bottom
V.I.P. at the club
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
outside
In the hills
House like the Ritz
How are you throwing fits
Ice on both wrists
She can't focus
When I leave you notice
I'm like Jordan how I'm
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Alright now that we got that out of the way, lets double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, we're in the club
You're trying to decide whether
Coach Phil
Jackson, see it's a difference when you play for rings
And when you own the whole team
What would you rather be
Think about that shit
I paint
You know ImadeThaBeat
Ayo Phil
Wassup
It's a lot of girls in the club man
Hell yeah
Some of em phat some of em flat
Phat
We don't call em phat no
You know ImadeThaBeat
Ayo Phil
Wassup
It's a lot of girls in the club man
Hell yeah
Some of em phat some of em flat
PHAT
We don't call em phat no
Love can make you cold
But learn to love the pain that makes you grow
Feels right in my soul
It hit different when I'm sittin' here alone all by
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
rich like I'm Paul, Hello
"SoYhani let me hold a hundred" Hell No
Grinded for this knew I had what it took
I dun been in the game for to long you a rook
got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said,
fault
If you pass on a Kan' beat, that's your last fault
Get what you ask for, I swear that your ass low
She got a big booty, but she couldn't drop
you strip for tips I place no one above
my sexy strip dancer doing strip club love
and no matter what they say I'm gonna love ya right
even if the love
got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pending on how you mix that shit
Money to be got and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said,
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
land
This land was made for you and me
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all
(Just, just dance)
(Let's play a love game,
frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop
I remember selling gs
For ten dollars a pop
Now a days I sell a g
A hunnid all rock
I barely feel like selling bows
Fell in love blow
Made a lane
then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
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