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and
everything, sir!

The Brian in Jail Scene

(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.

What's Real

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner

[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)

an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit

really can't defend or depend on your friends
Ex girlfriend wanna key up the Benz
When the Sun comes up, nigga we up to win
Mothafuck you man, all you

just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers

Vegas

Bad Meets Evil

SHADYXV [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,

Let's Ride

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

better smarten up 
Before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin' wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck 
But nowadays you ain't gettin' out

that cake mix
You're in your feelings about him
Bitch I'm in his prostate
Prostate Prostate Prostate

Hey it's Cap Catie
I'm about to tear up this verse,

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

Oya. Blasting off like riffle
We shall now raise the frequency and vibrations through this immaculate Cypher.

 J No the Sun King:
I just pulled up in

smoke, need some ventilation
So I open up the window, It's half past midnight
See the moon it glows like jellyfish might
When the sun gon get low the sky

You Can Have Her

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

[ 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!'

It's that moon rock shit
You gotta mix this with some regular OG
Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy damn

Cum in a bitch and I go crazy
Spend all these

Let's Ride

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci [Clean]

1999

smarten up 
before I bring out the toast and touch you up
F***in wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck 
but nowadays you ain't gettin out as much

what

can get blew like a leaf
Get dis shit poopin like grease
A lot of deez niggas police
I keep dat shit cmp
Im blowing up TNT
Remember da days I was in DMC

your sun roof
The ratchet drawn you the bastard
I'm a blast it on
Then lean you on the side of
The road with no hazards on
I'm tryna re-up when the crack

like a lot of chains
All fake, but it's all good
You ain't valid in your own hood
If I got it then my niggas got it I ain't coppin' jewelry till we all

and we buzzing I'll keep it a buck we crazed as fuck
Da dee de dae da dum I praise the sun
What's the point of making music if it ain't no fun
He said

parking lot pimpin
Take da hint luh bih
He heaven sent, his natural odor
Tiger scent, or Lion's breath
Don't feel no threat, can't feel a thing
Unless I'm

seen a lot of pain in mamas eyes
trynna make sure that I can provide
Can't even stop till she living right
For all the times she had to work da five

that ain't love
That ain't motherfucking love

Sir Mix a lot ain't done shit for me
Ain't no famous rappers out here
Making shit for the streets
My

shit, shawty
Yeah, two tokes
Here we, here we, here we, here we, here we go
One cup, one L, till the sun come up
Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up