Lyrics:
single-handed!
LAUNCELOT: No, Sir Galahad, come on!
GALAHAD: No, really, honestly, I can go back and handle this lot
easily!
DINGO: Oh, yes, let him handle us
"Mix-A-Lot" - 4X
I'll Roll You Up
Yeah, how many players we got in the house?
(*yelling in background*)
How many Playboys we got in the house?
[Sir Mix-A-Lot
[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
the Attitude Adjustor
[Verse Two: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get paid
Mickey D's ain't payin no way
So they take to the streets
JUDITH
Here! I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have
babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans',
in the mix baby talking bout some cake
And she fucked me good so I got a let her stay
But the fam is eating first
So go ahead and grab a plate
Brother
Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Rimshot
Drink up
Faded
I'm lifted
Popping
Blowing
Hurricane
Jin and juice
They
Fuck up my liver
I got a new fetish
For liquor
Ate up the chips on my
it on, so I won't get busted
You know rap stars never get trusted
Baby want to get so I put it on vibrate
How does Mix-A-Lot communicate
With
a trackstarr running baby you aint keeping up
Still smoking dope on the regular bitch
Hurricane come over with them xanny bars quick
Crush em up crush em up
Mix
I'll buy the nicest liquor
If I like that back I'mma bite it
See my Puki got one eye closed like a pirate
I take her out to cloud 9 boy I'm like a pilot
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
four, let it mix right, mix right
She gon throw it back on the dick like woah
It’s Yan P hoe, kicking it with Kid tho
Got two freak bitches, bouncing, we
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
a hundred in my pocket
Take my bitches for a trip
Counterman asks can I help you
He got sex shop vibes and tattoos
A vibrator baby that's all I really need
He
automatic, give it to 'em one time
They come back like addicts.
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes
got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
me mr drip a lot
I whip the work with 2 hands sir mix a lot
I got the sauce yeah they call me mr drip a lot
Drip a lot
Drip a lot
I got the sauce yeah
getting lonely
I got to see my baby eh eh eh!
SPOKEN:
This song goes out to all the victims around the world
Suffering from natural disasters caused by
sir got her by my side now
They filled with jealousy
I can tell that the motion is slower
Pop baby blue I be mad I can't hold her
I told you that I can
right, if you want it you gotta bid on it
Real thick and my sugar got gold on it
Spend on it, make a chick put her friend on it
Good neck, good back
Chainz
Parking lot of the Blue Flame
Only place I recruit dames
Big body from New Orleans, takin' up two lanes (Thick!)
Still 'bout the bread like
baby pour it in neat
Turn it up DJ, drop in that beat
And mix it up
Just got my money, I came to turn up
No need to act funny, you already know
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