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[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
Cant understand some of these 
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees 
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
dough it's horrible
Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess
From ten case of cave of chicken chest S
Yes ya'll the dub will get ya trickles
shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
'Cause I be doing the most, oh no
But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It
Records representative]
What time it is then, right?

[James A. Smith]
It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs 
And really let
deep water and take your yacht master
Playing me one time that's unforgivin
I got a body one count and we ain't bullshittin
We be thick in the mix, milk
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!

        Verse Two

By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone
'em like sound, and like loose I'm down 
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain 

[Chorus: x4]
 
[Verse 3]
I fall fresh upon
talking that shit)

1's for the money 2's for the weed spot
undercover cops follow me though they need not
it's like I'm Rick James 
caught in the mix
stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks 
It turned out they liked the money and the fame 
If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James
shaving coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
Cause I be doing the most, oh no
But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It
on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!

        Verse Two

By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
in the house and take them on a trip through Hell
Let's say, for instance, there was this white bitch
I met her before this story but this time she got
[master p]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.
But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun be
remained calm
Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"
Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
So I went into
blink three times
I may not even be alive
How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dyin' young, leavin' a good lookin' corpse

It's just life,
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin' these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like
Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage