Lyrics:
likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a chauffeur
Going broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style bitch
But
Me, personally, I don't know a whole lot about these city streets
But I do know a little bit about where I come from
That's that CO, yeah, you know
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we
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,
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel
I've got a pound of dank
And a gallon of cognac
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
Fuck it, I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't
Seem
the bitch was flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespan
Freaked
the bitch was flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespan
Freaked
pass it to my homie
My homie
He gonna break a bag and bring her back
I'mma break her back the make a track
Got game like Spalding
Open wide she yawning
pass it to my homie
My homie
He gonna break a bag and bring her back
I'mma break her back the make a track
Got game like Spalding
Open wide she yawning
flavors of the trees came lime green like hulk yea (lime green like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different
flavors of the trees came lime green like hulk yea (lime green like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
of bounds running plays
Running up a bag, run a hundred dash like a race in a marathon
Carry on, home runs in the Marriot, Barry Bonds
I got money on my
and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Kognack
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that
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,
flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespine
Freaked one night
Addonnis
It's a lot of players in this sport
But what y'all gonna do now that I'm here and its Game Time
Riding 'round with the roof off
Just pulled
sent ‘em
But guess what y'all? That's my actual face sir. What?
cnd it's glowing slime green like my tactical laser [Tactical laser]
I made it all
dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho, I'ts on
Just a flodgin' ass nigga with a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin' Gs everyday
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