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Where I'm from, chat shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix

Peace to My Nine

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If

it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen
My father was an orange man
My mother she was green

Now, with mother every Sunday to
Mass I'd proudly

visitor?
He's not a rapper
He's just faking (He's just faking)
Imma jump in this mix
Lemme jump in this mix (Jump in this)
2 phones but I only use one in

me
Jump in Jump out Get down Spin round
Loud sound when the thing bangs out
Shotgun bun ones in ones out
Clean mash not gay when it gets rubbed down

you my soul, gave you my heart
We jump the mountains, we touch the sky
It all falls down, I start to drown
You grab my hand, you saved my spirit
There's

Family Crisis

Mase

Movement

1999

the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela
But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her

Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)

Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers

Cop That Sh*t

Magoo

Under Construction, Pt. II

2003

Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers

a flip switch
Turn up the bitches 
Like sir mix a lot
And they with the switch
Jump on a dick
As if it's all they got
And she wishy washy wit ya
But with

to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me

16'

Soulja Boy

16'

2019

and stick to the seventeen
I get the guap by any means (Flll, beep)
Lot of guns on me like I'm a Marine (Bow, grah)
I hit my first juug in 2014
She be my

for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit

hear two voices
Depending on the one that I choose
I abide by the rules and sometimes I'm confused but
Somehow I just find my way above it
And like

to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me

State of the Art

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I

it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get

Rippin'

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

home
Ornament is good coz I don't like chrome

That's rippin'
That's rippin'

Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
Down with MIX-A-LOT

fast
Skirt off the lot Im doing the dash
I want the money, niggas is goofy they thinking its funny
Im in the trap make it jump like a bunny cranberry

How you think it feel to be judged by your color
Living life while living under a label
I reminisce days where I used to get mocked at (What)
I'm

We Can Smoke

Big Tymers

Big Money Heavy Weights

2003

your checks
We can jump in the coup
Take a ride by Snoop
He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup
You can smoke, you can drink
Till your lips turn

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

Now she hot like a basin (woi)
Don't say it, just save it (woi)
All my shoes got laces (woi)
Don't make badman blaze it (yeah)
Anytime that I jump