Lyrics:
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
sittin' still
A quiet kind of love and me don't mix and you can't teach an old dog new tricks
So kiss me baby and hold me tight I'll try to get back by
a beam
Lasers and shit in the streets
I gotta key for the fiends
I got a key for the fiends
I got a key for
If im up by 1 best decide
This lil nigga dead
Sometimes I can't think, feel like my mind gone
I wish I was born in a different time zone
Told my brother I got his back like his spine bone
girl, said her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try
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,
perform, cameras are litting
The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm
Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist
My chainsaw mouth split tracks for
to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah
Aye, yeah
Aye, aye (P-p-p-lo, time to bring the bass back)
I got what you want, what you need (what you need)
Baby, it's whatever, take a leap
butts I can not lie
You can call me
Danny Mix-A-Lot
Mix-A-Lot
I got options I pick a thot
Hotel, BNB, cmon baby pick a spot
You already know
It aint
Hit the lick I got the whole team
Mix another one, codeine
If I go dumb, know I'm back to trapping
Get the beam and send him dreaming
I just got
somethin else
You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else
All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta
You disrespect the game by
have
and the things they'll never have
Tell me if you hustle it really ain't hard to get
You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix
I heard
some yo-yo
Cause I'm right back chokin' again
Chokin' mo' now before I did when I went in
Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real
I'm tryin'
(Claim my gang) rep my city
One, two, three it's me (Who dat?)
Baby bobba, I'm hot as lava, I gotta be
Eight bottles, a lot of models, a pot of bean
Top
I feel it in my chest
She said baby can you message me? We broke up with a text
Mix the gas up with the chemicals, I feel like Johnny Test
I feel like
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
flavors of the trees came lime green like hulk yea (lime green like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different
the sleeve
Nigga mad I don't got it for cheap
High prices mean the shit off the leash
Shorts stacks will not get you a sack
Don't come back un-less all there
(boom-boom, boom-boom)
A lot of the shit that I used to be tryin', she got me goin' against (haha)
We into fitness, a new way of livin' and we 'bout to go in
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I caught you peekin'by the corner of my eye.
Me I'm never sleepin' bet you think I'm fly. I'm tryin' to take
A girl home tonight
I'ma let your grandpa hit it, mix it up with cocaine so he can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama
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