Lyrics:
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
Turn the lights on
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes, I'm going out of my
on a silhouette
Lying in the shadows of my bedroom
I knew it when we made love
And I couldn't quit calling her name
And I've been hit by another fast movin'
juice flowin' down (yeah)
And I can feel it all around (come on)
In the front, in the back of you (yeah)
Ooh I love the taste you, girl you know what
and prayed
Not knowing what was to come
Through the tear in a curtain in a cheap motel
I saw with jealous eyes
You made the call to lie
Deceptively
more
I met this bitch, said her name Kimberly
I met her when I had a show out in Beverly
Said, "What you doing out here in L.A.?"
She on vacation
forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch
can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
real love then you make sacrifices
To get ahead man you gotta make sacrifices
Fuck it though that's how hungry my appetite is
Fuck what you telling
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Beginning of a sunrise bores a big hole in the sky
Not to reason why that armed children are in this world
And fighting in the name of God's way
Don't start drama mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin' dick on video
me poppa
Don't start drama...mack in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl
Oh! what a shame they gave you the name of Mickey
Where is the rose that grows in repose like you
Lucky the birds and the bees you'd meet
Lucky
to Parsons in New York, got good eye
I know I love her, only saw her two times
I met her at Dover Street Market, good eye
Ayo, even if my name was Natalie
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
shaking like a fiend (ah)
Y'all tell me what's r&b without the the R (ah)
[Chorus: x2]
I met a girl in the shopping mall
She had hazel eyes said
the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga
Uh
Yo, ayy,
Green are the colour of the eyes
Of the man I love
He's hard to take and hot to touch
And green is the color of the
Sea in the early month
a mystery man
I didn't know much about him, but he's been in the can
Name's Jason, he's a bad boy with no reasoning
To be honest, I don't know what Les'
I do it better
At night I work in a strange bar
Impersonating every star
I'm quite deceiving
The customers come in with doubt
And wonder what I'm all
kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him
30 minutes later sein' there's no convincin' him
What more could you ask for?
What is it about you?
Some kind of light shines from your face
And I can't turn away.
I'm like a prisoner
Captured by your eyes,
I've been taken
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