Lyrics:
the greatest alive
I stay grateful for life
Why don't you help yourself?
Why you takin your time?
You keep takin your time
You should make up your mind
Self
in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip away, get away with all your cash
You gots to stay up on your toes when it come to hoes
I bust a brand new ho
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
but the times flying
I got caught red handed, now I'm white lying
Can't pay for love, so why try buy it?
How can I make the rules and not abide by
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
still look fly
Dancin' as we shootin' up
And lootin' just to get by
(Ha) with your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick
pressure applied by the villain'
Some people call him satan,
I really think she a vixen, It's June
They said "June you nice with flows,
Stay on your grind
it up)
Gon' get in line, baby, slut up your mind (fuck it up, fuck it up)
It's a brand new season, I'm a righteous heathen
I take on the challenge
And the purpose of life can be defined by scientific outcomes
So tell me what theory can you cast your care on?
And what quadratic equation can get your son off
not mind it only makes the chase more fun
When I catch up you bitches are fucked I'm taking your arms and legs you're done
Hope you called for help
games, I gotta make monopolies
MoneyMarti in the mix, gold bars when I spit,
I keep my eyes on the target, man y'all be talkin' regardless
Want the rubies
fell asleep in democracy
And woke up to fascist reality
Well, good mornin'!
Selfish little pig
Your abuse makes me sick
Cut off your greedy little
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
Sweet child, with a bright mind
You were born on such a dark night
And my friend, your glory days
Will fade with his last breath
Sweet child, you
to me
Yeah, my theory is…
Your lying to me, your lying to me, all because huh…
The scriptures gave me mo’ knowledge than college, college
I said,
And everything we have a we pay fi it
Accurate
All of my gangsters and all of my thugs
All of my warriors weh up inna the club
Proud to be black put your fist inna
it's hard to make a song
How you want it with us and half of your artists got make-up on?
Every magazine I open, you on your knees takin' prayer
to go and make my mind up
I had to put it into action
I be having my way all this for my fucking satisfaction
I been high all day smoking by myself
Cuz I
Sitting in the lab, mix this, mix that
Make a tune from scratch
Got some fumes, not a scratch
Got a bitch, in the bag
I'll admit, she a snack
You get
rather sit up by my lonely
I don't wanna be a burden, check my social fake bitches
I don't give a fuck about your plans or who the fuck you know
Lurkin'
Pour up, mixing liquor pouring more up
Lean in the styro, finna mix it with some soda
Hold up, nah these bitches they don't know us
But they wanna
to pull up in that thang
One day (one day), one day (one day), one day (one day), one day (one day)
There they go, in that all black
Type of shit that make
I'm the leader of the weak
Don't mix up my thoughts of pride
I discarded my silly pride
cause I'm me in the future
But I have what's needed pride
Big body park it in the driveway
Smoking on some runts by the fireplace
Nowadays can't listen to what God say
I'm too busy turning up to Yahweh
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