Lyrics:
Uhh! You know
It's times like this
When we need change nigga
Yeah, and if you really look at it
Your life is like a movie
And we all in
like the bassline
My girl will lick your clit, the bitch is on this shit
Close your eyes you'll swear you're fuckin' in a porno flick
The way you want my
[ Erotic D ]
Live and direct from your favorite place
The Black Hole
And we go on and on
On and on, on and on
To the break of dawn
Eric Breed
(What
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
bitches no nothing no paper
Just on my dick
Player hating me
Wanna be me
Check out my crew nigga
What we have here
Is the firm y'all
Introducing...
Nas
to mine
In the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone, take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch back
Get a cab to my
pick what chick fi'nna come home
I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that
Walkin' up out of here by myself
I doubt that
Go in hop in that Challenger
Straight up, nigga
Motherfuckin' Southside, nigga (word up)
Brooklyn, what
We gonna do it just like this man
Straight to your whole area (yo, yo)
no woman in three years
I had one little two little three little Indian
Be-I-z Markie is what it is
And if it's hard for you to spell, then just say
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my
crew is what I fight for
Forever Southwest Hardcore
This will live forever
This will live forever
Forever
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
I'm chillin' in our sessions
I'm in my private section, gettin' head and I'm textin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
What she
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk
yellin' I should rippity rap more
I'm known to black out, y'all resemble the eye scores
Flow so much I need life guards
Not like Rikers, them some whole
Alright, I've-I've heard enough
This isn't what Christmas is all about
Christmas is about presents under the tree
And Rudolph and gingerbread men
It's about
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
& straight)
No doubt, no doubt
(Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?)
The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time
that baulin'!, cryin'! .....lyin'!
Cause this black Queen is shinin', you didn't know I was Lieutenant
Bitch, well that's primary
You just
To the graveyard"
It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
To the graveyard"
Yo, I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much fuckin'
Elbows and right hooks for you
We got thrown out by this time my shit is blown out
Pull the phone out acceleration and we bone out
In the zone out beyond
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