Lyrics:
changing your view
I'm speaking history, yes sir, this ain't nothing new
We can't repeat the stupid shit that they're making us do
A lot of times in my
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
eigths or they fifths
i'm a light wait oil and water don't mix
that's only said as of late but in the beginning there was an abyss
in other words something
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,
week
Damn, man, shit that boy fresh as hell
I mix the Tom Ford with the Fear Of God
Guccis with the new Chanel (Dolph)
Diamonds bitin', your bitch
a made man
I'm a made man, a made man
Krizzle! This here was God given
I'm the design of a black man, I defined by hard livin'
But how I whip that
TO THE THICKEST THOT
WITH A BIGGER BOOTY THAN SIR-MIX-A-LOT'S CHICKS HAVE GOT
Wave Mechanics,
Aye, Klass still the gang b***h ain't nothing change, (You know how to play SPVDE's)
It's Mr. Pop-A-Tag on your b***h n***a,
New
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
that cake mix
You're in your feelings about him
Bitch I'm in his prostate
Prostate Prostate Prostate
Hey it's Cap Catie
I'm about to tear up this verse,
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
have your (?) space turkey has knocked up slightly off course.
KWIRK
Well, Lemon...
SMOCK
It?s Leh-meen, sir.
KWIRK
Now we must get back
stops and pops
Follicles from off of the top of your knots
And it's got your block heads popping off
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not
Me an asshole again!
Tom: What's up? I like your hair
It's very nice
Mark: You like his hair? Oh cool, thanks
He probably appreciates that a lot
Tom:
three...[fart]
Gary phelps: oh my dear god, sir...uh, I can't...
Dr. stewart: that was the couch. I know it sounded like -- it's -- the vinyl -- it's a new couch
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,
I'm talking bout you sir
It's gonna be the end of us won't it folks
Climate breakdown is rather tough tough tough
The arctic shelf is melting
Within
with you
Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself
A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself
Looking for a chick chilling for self
So I can show her
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
with you
Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself
A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself
Looking for a chick chilling for self
So I can show her
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
like "boo yaow" gunshot
(yeah, God) we off the day
Know we off the, be off the
Eat off your plate
Me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Ate, on C4, I'm way off
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