Lyrics:
shirts for you
I'm not a game bitch
I'm fire I'll flame shit
Yeah I was with Swizz but my lane switch
Before he got with Ms keys
I made Swizz cheese,
a lot
When no money on the game you sure talk a lot
Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot
See I make cream a lot, while you niggas dream a lot
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
game sewn up
Them niggas tried to trip, biddy biddy back
They got blown up
Blown up a lot, you could still get shot
You don't never play a motherfucker
on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
?????? f***ing blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you f***ed up like
this)
Lobster tail with the black truffle, lots of mail in that black duffel
Mm-hmm
I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell
Sound the sir on the Mack
eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your
little but I do it big, spike Lee
I know I got a lot people wanna fight me
Tell em come and get it I ain't really with the typing
Internet beef shit,
boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from the South boy
That's how
or handle the pity
All I see is lots of titties
I know bunch of hippie chicks
That's ready to show me tricks
They doing the splits
I'm all up in the mix
and video games
Now, spit facts about the music!
Nas dropped out of school
In the seventh grade
Jay cheated on Beyonce, now we got Lemonade
I know this may
nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
Hold the game you fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like
on the scene wit my heat by my heat
Got these opp niggas ducking like it's hide and seek
Honey backwoods og smoke what I see
Got the scale on the table the plays
boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve
Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me
boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve
Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me
way
But I respect his decision
He's got a lot on his mind
He's pretty good with the gavel
A little heavy on the fines
One day there was this minstrel
girl i got that new new
I can’t be playin no games girl you know what i been though
I just been smokin and thinkin a lot
Rollin up weed we be stinkin
of the Pole
White castle, sushi date
I know shes foxy, but I'll show up late
I don't have a wraith
But Head games still on the plate
I Quench thirst, juice by
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
Vogues
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast on standby
"K.
a lot of bread but I'm stuck in the system
There's no one like me cah I'm one in million
Never ask for your help but ask for assistance
I don't ever
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
really need to go the other way
You know I got it under way, Sir
[Bridge x2]
[Chorus]
I got love for the game that's why I'm rhyming always stay in the booth
Never lying to the people always telling the truth
I feel the bass in my
Discuss these i got game remix by sir mix a lot Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In