Lyrics:
around ya
I don't know the shit
I really did this
I really been in the motherfuckin
Mix a lot I did this
Sir mix a lot when I be mixin
Up all this drink
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
never let em
Never
Had to pick it up had pick up on it
Dat Designer somethin special
Had to mix it up had to mix it up on em
I’m on a whole nother level
a blick
Got a new watch and it's making my wrist swole
So it's back at the crib
Gettin that chicken I'm popping like Crisco
But I stay out the mix
Mix mixy
Mix it up
Mix it up with the stuff
Mix it up in my cup
Mix it up for the rush
Yeah
Mix it up in my stuff
Mix it up for the rush
When ya when ya
Fly
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
Canadian hustlers
Twinkle, twinkle, I wanted mine with extra sprinkles
It's my birthday 'cause you look out Mr. Winkle
Taste the ginger, mix it with
one gram
I'll teach ya how to give
A white girl a suntan
Put it in that pot, 'til it get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot aye!
changing
Yeah, he does that a lot doesn't he? Umm, oh, I'm David Bowie. I live down the road
Oh!
Sir Percival lets me use his piano when he's not
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
I run (When I run)
Let her thong get it on then I won (Then I won)
Lexicon paragraph then a bar
Listen I done got deep in all of this shit
Flex on me
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
and my shorty
Yeah we antisocial so it’s fuck everybody (Everybody)
Feeling low but the drink help me feel chosen
Lot of Bombay some lemonade mix it like
girl, said her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try
yeah
This is just a little tune about graffiti
The idea is to let you know
That graffiti is rockin' and it's on the go
And there's a lot more to it
If
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping' at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin' it
the soda pop
Mix it with a pill I gotta take a seat before I drop
I'm just tryna get all the shit that I got to cost a lot
So I hustle I, put in that over
in a daze
Some kind of way I have become a slave
Yes sir Masta
No sir Masta
I work fasta, even if it means my brain being tampered with
Fuck
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