Lyrics:
sleep with the fishes
Fucking wit Wordsmith I wouldn't even risk it
Oil money dirty guap Russell Gibson
Run down and pop a nigga in his shit
Got a double
the groupies are gone
Pimp juice by the two liter gone
I live on some other shit
Every week another bitch
Ain't drunk sex who you fuckin' wit?
Not me, I'm in
Dora milage
Big buns wat a pimp see, spend the weekend or the whole Friday
It's the smoke got a lot of folks, bringin all the smoke we can make it happen
motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your
then they came to piles
And then them fiends started hitting crack viles
Back in the days they used to run up sayin gPimp C what ya know?
I tell em
need to turn tha fan on
(chorus)
(verse 3)
we hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin it
We gettin money like we growin it
A lot of hunnid 50 dolla
on my neck
Back in 64
They were still hanging niggas by the neck
So its only right
2019
I got these lil bunnies on her knees
Giving me neck
Don't spit
but I still got a gangsta bop
I love her wit some back, sir mix a lot
Gotta change when you losing like the Knicks a lot
I'm off putting soft in
Poe that
Swear I’m on one, two into the 3
And the homies that I’m wit they all bang for the P
Keep it on stand by.. stackin up my bands high
Slippin
without help to start climbing
And I've been around this for a minute
You gotta get your own mix and get wit it
I made myself, learn to pay myself
Nigga
chrome
Mercury-tipped bullets, melt the dome
It's the 1990's, and crack is
Talkin' to the criminals, ever so subliminal
Some crackhead wants mix-a-lot
this how i deal with it,
Turn the shit off, if u don’t wanna listen,
Im sick of u bitches thats giving opinions
Hook:
Mix my tonic with my chronic
pimp for her
But we got enough, she ain't gotta work
I give it to er, I got it first
She right here, I ain't gotta search
We in a party (We in a party,
the coffee in the pot
My girl ass is fat, so I feel like Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm chillin' in the cut, and I'm looking stylish
I'm smokin' on some Runtz, heavy just
Free YSL
Could have a bitch rather be by myself
P did the mix and the mix and the clicks on the shit
Then he sent it to Chris so you see why it sells
water proof
Bitches gettin wet like they water proof
Ridin in a car and its armor proof
Ridin wit the squad and the amor troops
Never gotta lie cuz we all
bimbos"
It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a place where it's nice
Show her the ice and might
it. I'm like a pimp when he feelin' his groove, that tell a woman anything and she willing to do it.
I got my radar, ok y'all, I'm ready to spray.
I
moneyman
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your
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
to get a new pot
You mix it a little
I mix it a lot
They calling me bobby
Im calling the shots
Racking up chicken am gobbling
Fuck on a bitch now she
It’s real life sir
I got some niggas that’ll make you think twice sir
About strollin through the city in the night sir
Real rap you should jus stick
around ya
I don't know the shit
I really did this
I really been in the motherfuckin
Mix a lot I did this
Sir mix a lot when I be mixin
Up all this drink
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
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