Lyrics:
Caught one of 'em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, straight to his forehead
I hit 'em hard and it hit the spot
I punish and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now
the wind to pickup You'll see me drifting on by
Turn the bass up mix it right with The treble
Burn the herb tonite cuz up goes The level
Yearn to reach new
two drinks to think, while you show me pink
Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don't stink
I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex
I'm shootin'
harder to trust it
They play two sides in this bitch, but my attitude fuck it
Hold up, stay true to the heart, gotta keep that close
Stay true to your
block screaming like we testing if its sound proof
Gave that boy a chance, but he blew it
Yea he off the goop
Im good by myself don’t need the troop
Now all I need is you right by my side
I just copped a lot baby I ain’t gonna lie
I just copped a sum now I’m flying through the sky
I got a ten, I got
Lately on bullshit a lot cause these drugs don't help my problems
Every time I think about it wanna catch another body
Sold this OG like exotic sprayed
Madame Zeroni
I ain't got two chains, but you can call me Toni
And I got them speakers knockin did it by my lonely
Many men wanna kill a bitch like me
Many
inch
It puts it down when I want, that bitch gets pretty quick
It's 2 wheels, since I was a little kid, I make my daddy proud it's in my veins like a IV
(Intro)
HK Emire (Empire)
Stada Don
Learn to mix the good with the good with the bad (cause)
Everything happens for a reason
Check it
(Verse)
When
make you the main
Focus at hand it's a whole lot of shame
Come and you go other niggas surround you
And I'ma surmount to agreements I made
With my maker
by, better get back
Stone high on a big dip
Finna jump off, better listen
Silly lames spreading rumours
Bad mind on that rugah
My way to the g-spot
Imma
and ball
So you can touch it while you're here or die without
I'd rather have it, since it really don't matter
[Chorus: x2]
The world spin around much
might jump off the rail and shit
Laughing at death I'm prepared for this
But
Only cuz I got some drink in my cup
Mix with my feelings so now I be slumped
Some of y'all
Ain't gonna dig this here
Thinkin I got balls
For this mix right here
And I owe it all
To my past wives tears
Cuz I've done it all
On my block, boys with they hair
Walk like two miles, sell crack rock
And sell some samilia it sound familiar?
Mi hombre, this is our familia
Addicted
neighborhood was so jealous
Open a restaurant or sell it, yes I am an omelette zealot
I’m so smooth like ooh-wee, a mango mix smoothie with bananas 19 cents
a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just
Sick and there's no cure
Bad case of V.I.P.
Still in the game killing you can call us M.V.P.
Whole fucking club jump in your cars and follow me
It's
it
I'm with the clique and we
Thick like fat bitches
I got the work in the pot
I got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
It's a party at the bottom a lot of niggas a lot of bitches
Some ain't bout nothing but other people tryna get it
When you move up to the middle
the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon me for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
Now
it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts
[Chorus: x2]
If you a scared motherf***er go to church (GO
it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts
[Chorus: x2]
If you a scared motherf***er go to church (GO
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