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Beepers, Benzos & Booty: The Best of Sir Mix-a-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · Playlist: The Very Best of Sir Mix-A-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · Sun, Sun, Sun (The Elected) · Sun, Sun, Sun (The Elected) · ...Till the Sun Comes Up (Isaac Figgs) · Till the Sun Turns Black (Ray LaMontagne) · Till the Sun Turns Black (Ray LaMontagne) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) – and 90 other albums »


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?)
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
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
a nigga ride
They won't be happy till somebody dies

Man I gotta get my soul right
'For I'm locked up for my whole life
Evertime it seems it's all
[ 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!'
I drink I smoke I fuck
My kind we fight in the club
I mix up that vodka with the chronic and I feel that love
I dream I work I bleed
I say things
a playa hater, I just dis a lot
And don't slam the doors of the Mazzarati
Because I, will, slap somebody

CHORUS

Bring me up somethin nice, cool to drink
gonna do
Fuck till the sun comes up and fall asleep
Leaving pusss battered and brused and numb for weeks
You say you never sucked dick, a minor
I'm a hit the trail till I get those pesos
Wait tho, I still can't forget my hombres
Always we stay soakin up then sun rays
More trails we blaze we
by one
Till we both get up the mountain and just pop like guns
Composure, if I keep it past the two-minute mark
I'ma bang till the sun peaks so you in
the cartridge
Darkman, by the Bee can, he can
Can we, can, I can.. Yeah!
Don't worry, don't worry, strawberry
Mint-pep', rum and raisin 'cause he ate a plate
on my get-up,
Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up,
And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no
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,
is cool, but Blue Boyz come through
And make you and all, your boy toys old new
Who want drama, Sir get the Hummer
We bout to bang up the block,
it out, I'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
And the rest is f-l-y
You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell ya why
Ya
another face of pain
And while I got a couple bitches try and dirty up my name
Getting served by a couple hoes, gobble up the game, going crazy
And still
at sea 
Ya lost to the way I come across at all costs, I must get mine 
Suck up all the sun rays and then outshine 
Till I blind all eye sights all over
I'm the see-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
And the rest is f-l-why
Ya see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell ya why
Ya see I'm
I'm the see-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
And the rest is f-l-why
Ya see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell ya why
Ya see I'm
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