Lyrics:
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
Ain’t got time for ya bullshit
A lot dudes won’t do shit
The rest of these niggas tryna prove shit
No time for ya bullshit
I’m pretty cool wit the new
want to ride wit me
Or cum true wit the top down like
Where my bitches at hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at end
back
Wanna be wit me cause I'm that nigga gone chew me like a Big Mac
Off white feet got a whole lot of heat and my shoelaces mix match
I don't give
*(Yuk speakin)*
Listen, I bring to you.
(chimes)
Here ye, here ye!
Attention all dope fiends, haha!
this is a Smoke-A-Lot pre-sentation
Check it
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
the house spittin' game wit Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
How the hell you think I
a lot of ass
It a be a miracle when I'm whippin in that kitchen
Most of the time kitchen be burnt off cause I don't listen
They said what I kind
to f*** you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many b****es want to ride wit
the party
And we finna turn it up like it's bottles of Bacardi, aye
Now get loose
She gone mix in the juice
She gone mix in the juice!
It's the weekend
You are now rockin' wit The Symphony
Yes sir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the number one fly boy (yeah)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
like a coward
You knowing that nigga ain't fucking wit me
I'm gettin that cheese and it come by the hour
I know they mad see em stealing the swag
And I'm
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
the Crowbar with some common sense
You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
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[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
One of these
them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can
thought
Mix the heaven wit that hell
I've been stirring the pot
Tryna settle my thoughts
I been peddalin' not
Aint wit the news I just got
It got my mind in
bitches
I got the work in the pot, got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
the house spittin' game wit Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
How the hell you think I
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
a lot x2
She tell me she want me to dig her out
U kno baby got back I'm sir mix a lot
If u run up on me den u getting shot
We can fight or u kno we can
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this
[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
Keep me a knot bitch
I'm
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