Lyrics:
your style
They wish to see the day
When the Telly* go die
But i make it inna life by the help of the most I
Mix up mi reggae with a piece
was next
And sittin' by the pole was a old ass man wearin' a Rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass
myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm
to please you
But to feed me and my team and my son It might be the right thing
To mix this track and make it cold as ice cream Back in the day people told me
Frito-Lay
I took her from you that's a take-away
Magneto my bitch 'cause she stay with an iron
Double-cross me you might die just by trying
Call me Xavier I
brastrings
Hotel beach babes man, I lost both keys
? Chuck's? room 313
And it's boomin' scooters, ATVs
Out in the white parasail, jet skis
Watching sexy
he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck
a word man
That's the loudest silence I've ever heard
A lot of times guys test him by trying to bug
He just leaves ring imprints all over their mug
He's
be
Must cost a lot
I been real since the block
Christ giving blessings away for free who am I to not
We all equal
We just peas in a pod
Aw man stank
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
diesel flow by the pump bitch
We blowing loud in the function
Smoke pouring out of my lungs shit
Cheesecake Cookies all in my blunt
Sounds like ten amps in
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
this)
Lobster tail with the black truffle, lots of mail in that black duffel
Mm-hmm
I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell
Sound the sir on the Mack
my mans, I start seein' blood red
And you know this shit get deep when you wanna see your blood dead
I done digged a lot of dirt, but I know God
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
Keep me a knot bitch
I'm
laid, bouta be my song
Make this shit my single
Way to the top that's Pluto
Astronaut
My lance Armstrong
Don't dance a lot, No sir Lancelot
In my own
the camera's following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n
A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin'
First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin'
of iron and bars
Bunch of player hating snitches, talking to the guards
And a whole penitentiary being ran by broads
Some of them kept it one hundred,
He drink too much lean, got a sippin' problem
Keep the Iron Man on me, feelin like Jarvis
Nigga what you know about me?
Feel like Lil Mama
Parameds
out of state
What!
Now Baby Sham take the safety off hold
There's a lot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls
Come to my show with these fake
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