Lyrics:
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
I couldn't be it
Hypmontised by her goodlooks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me!
Consider yourself worn so you can stay.
hula-hoop
Come and jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk
I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic all together
Multiplied by six
Oh my gawd
I've
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with
a third degree burn
Iced it down when he was asleep
And said you'll be okay
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplaning
Hoping
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
flaunt it I move on it
Daggonnit now who want it
Drink a lot of 151 I'ma get it done it's really fun when I be killin my opponent
Don't be so damn
it's more like kicking
No willy
To the skins looking right in the city
You know the M-O
I jump out the limo with the don
Because I got it going on
No
they flaunt it I move on it
Daggonnit now who want it
Drink a lot of 151 I'ma get it done it's really fun when I be killin my opponent
Don't be so
posted by the club with it
I was robbing they where drugg dealing
I fucked around and put love in it
You pose to never mix know love with it
You pose
one hundred from the jump, oh
I always try to keep it cool, but you were so cold (I did)
There's a lot more to the story that they don't know (oh,
home
Ornament is good coz I don't like chrome
That's rippin'
That's rippin'
Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
Down with MIX-A-LOT
to jump in my bag and get out of my feelings
Don't give a fuck about a nigga
That's why I play it solo, so it's harder to kill me
I stay' around a lot
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
there ain't nun that legions can use
Boi there ain't nun that I gotta prove
I give a lot but my soul ain't the move
Jump out the house
Ima jump out
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
Bet you had to lay back on the bed
we fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
Somebody saw him jump
But nobody saw him slip
I guess he lost a lot of hope
And then
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
cooler than Dippin Dots
I dipped for a hot while but baby got back like Sir Mix-A-Lot
One tray
Fifty shots
We get the guap, while getting sloshed
I'm
somethin hit me
When it's poppin I breeze quickly
To ya door step if ya coppin at least 50
Never mix my feelings wit my dealings
I'm house shoppin' for wood
days
You gotta wear a vest
1-2-5 in the summer's like the Wild West
Something jump off a nigga cap, everybody cap
Worst about it is every
Fuckin' body's
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Hamilton, tone it down
But sir!
Alex, listen, there's only one way for us to win this
Provoke outrage, outright
Don't engage, strike by night
Remain
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