Lyrics:
to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no
want to rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo
Goin' off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at your ass
So give it up
of 10 by the time Im in she'll feel emotion
No sir
Right after i bust u down its over
I don't need them problems
I just need solutions
I got too much
chilling
She make my body warm the bitch got a nigga grin-n
Jack Daniels we go way back we met at Manual
Had me talkin real loud like my name was Samuel
I'm in this
For counting stacks evading the car jack
But Trae got my back so haters back back
In a 4-4 I still be swanging in a drop
Trying to miss
almost hip gettin' curious
Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue
Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover
But the gold on the wheels
Yellow faygo finna mix it with purple, Laker
Ok ok, He tryna act like a rapper
His favorite artist a actor these niggas cappin like snap backs
Niggas
screamin' pick yo mans up
We don't do no acting, do a lot behind the cameras
Told him get his bands up, he posted by the Benz truck
Sending all those shots,
kill 'bout a bitch (yes, sir)
Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah
And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga
Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (nah)
I got lot
to hear them songs
Well his clothes were old and his hair was gray and hard work had bent his back
His songs were never recognized by statuettes or flags
la familia, I keep Benji by my side
Only time a nigga cry, is when a real soldier die
Rest In Peace to Lil Snupe, and that boy Mike Jack too, Pac in my
focused on is getting money
Woo
Now run it back
Just like that and press play
Gaddis on the track not another like me
Made a lot of stacks all by my lonely
Remix, remix
G-mix, G-mix
C-mix, yeah
Lord, I'm just tryna prosper
Having problems right now
And they can't be figured out
By no doctor
Got me then,
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
[Chorus: x2]
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I`m tryin` to take me somethin` home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay
Stay free flexible seems like
I’m going through obstacles
None too heavy none too deep
Pinned to the back wrapped up the leaf
Ben’s in the jack just
and they pumping me (pause)
W.A.S.T.E Squad W.A.S.T.E Squad
We Roll thick my Posse On Broadway Sir Mix-A-Lot shit Wander and survive through everything when
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
I afraid or what?
All these are not fake notes or stolen ones..
I earned it by selling plots... Hot Cash....
Sir.. will you tell me where this address
be up in the mix, y'all weird
In my city I'm a big dog here
You should be a man next Halloween
You been acting like a bitch all year
Jet set settler,
kiss by the sea
You don't have to say
That I'm the girl that got away
Come back honey, don't be so mean
Come back to your trailer
Come see your queen
Yes sir, D-Boy, 1908 shit, rap fam, Suicidlez, let's go
Told her, hud, hud, skip, skip, ridin' through the night
Rolex on my left, my pistol on my
as a professional
Jack of all trades
This is completely incredible
The melody they're playing
Rhymes I'm slaying
It's all coming back to me
I'm just simply
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