Lyrics:
it ain't real I don't want it
If you got it, then you got it don't flaunt it
If it ain't real I don't want it
Sir mix alot, She gon jump on it
And if you want to owe for groceries,
You're gonna get an awful lot of "No sir-ee's."
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for a dollar,
'Taint as simple
hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world
hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world
control
I knew
No matter what I went through
I figured that I'd vent through
This way
And the writing would console
I wish
To drive
The road
To our
Heavens
Hm, funny story, right?
My man asked me earlier if I be writin' this shit down
I asked him if he ever heard of JAY-Z or Lil Wayne
You know what
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
the world
When I call your phone why you don't answer
Don't really like your father but still call him by sir
This girl is poison she'll snake you like
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
seen them touch a stove when they know shouldn't…
(Lots of Times)
I seen him
All in the corner sittin, I back had to go and meet him
I had to go see what
[Chorus]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm
it is
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me
Dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty
in the cube, we mix a lot
Ain't no opps in the way, so we roll off
Make a hundred K and we take off
Ugly-ass bitch, keep the mask on
I ain't even say
to drive after porters
Got stopped by enforcers
Not one cop, there were more sirs
Sir I'm sorry I didn't mean to drive
You know I needed to feel alive
I
it
I'm with the clique and we
Thick like fat bitches
I got the work in the pot
I got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Get lost..
Sir.. Flag day, sir..
Buy one flag, Sir..
What are you selling these flags?
Sir, Flag day is celebrated by our Government every year,
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
if we keep flirtin' fate &
hurtin' with hate. Time to grow up, get real, come on
We can ressurect the world by the lights early dawn
What so proudly
ain't bout his bread
He getting cut baby
Real statement
I Cant be tempted by
No broke nigga ew (Ew)
My bitches set you up
For nothing so what's
Throw it up, make it rain on her
I might fuck her with my chains on her
But I got game for her
Hurry up, Whatchu waiting for
Imma give you what you came
Dem Callin on the beat
AK
What's up, Wiggz?
I make shy folks mix
Turn around and hit the splits
Heard the sounds spit out my fist
Stirred aground,
ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free
And the coupe
shit, dawg, you niggas don't know nothin', The only nigga we ever had in our motherfuckin' city, That nigga name is Sir Mix-A-Lot, But I'm not no Sir
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