Lyrics:
Highly Intoxicated mane
Know what I'm sayin'
Shouts out to my nigga, Big Triece
We mixing that D'Usse with that Ciroc mane
We doin' some new shit
"Sergeant, you got a lot of god-damned
Gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself! I mean I mean I
Mean that you send I'm sittin' here on the bench I mean
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
doing a poo)
I'm walking to the loo
(I'm doing a poo)
I'm opening the door
(Hey I'm in here mate what are you doing)
Oh my god, sorry, I didn't realise
I
mushrooms as hallucinogens
I got lots of sound, yes, I'm new to this
The tunes in my room are acoustic trips
Ay, working so damn hard so we can party till
get you some, it's plentiful (lot)
When I say quickie, let's hurry up, that mean I'm in a rush
Real street nigga, spit on that, uh, 'fore we finna
the trigger do
Stupid ass nigga you
I'm getting' bigger through
Constant elevation
Stay patient, one day I'll rule the nation
Live on your radio station, locin'
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley
Ain't nuttin' changed, wait a minute, I'm
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
the
New era? You was the prototype
I'm an outlaw, but when you
Livin' in the South
Paw you should know your rights
I sold coke, I got Proof I
Get Bizarre
marrick and I catching felonies
I am not listening to what you're telling me
I am not buying the shit that you're selling me
I'm in the cut with sir duey
I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
(We interrupt your previously scheduled broadcast)
(For breaking news)
(Here we are here at city center)
(Where it appears there is a man, fucking
the sea I'm in New England
See the red up on the trees I'm in New-New
Fresh up out them colonies what a good feelin
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my
to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my
is your worst fear
Hook:
I don't have no time for waiting all around for
I don't really want no, hangers on my rain coat
Please sir, vultures all
move
Now stop, rotate to the next dude, yeah
Hi haters I'm on my hiatus
Can still bangin' you try to violate us
You can tell by the talk
I represent
out there, switchin' in the kitchen
And Dads in the living room
Fussin' and a-bitchin'
I'm out here, kicking the gong for euphoria
Euphoria - when your
de
Ayy, bae (ayy, bae)
I'm thinkin' 'bout poppin' the question (oh my God)
Like do you wanna watch boxin' or wrestlin'? (Ah)
I joke a lot, but
that I know
So pack your whole New Age soul up and go
I'm livin for self like everyone else and givin the wealth back to my folks
And, yo, of course
the Constitutional Convention
There as a New York junior delegate
Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate
Goes and proposes his own form of government
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
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