Lyrics:
cougar bitch up
Finna blow her in
Got this bitch bank account froze like I
They like the lil dreads in the back
I just growed 'em in fuck her off my name
the photos
Back when I was rockin ripped jeans mix it with the polo
Miss when you was by my side, but now I'm movin' solo…
Now I'm movin' solo I been thuggin'
Jazzy Jeff ftg Baby Blak & Paul Yams
*Just for just for hip hop not for rap yo*
*Just for just for hip hop not for rap*
[Baby Blak]
I got love
black ain't easy shit won't tossed underhand
Especially when some people still want us back in the Motherland
But I got other shit going on so fuck it man
a rush for my babies
I get to clutching if you look at me crazy
My niggas got each other we don't need favors
We getting paper and I'm talking like the 80s
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
dome and then I'm vanishing
Bitch I take shits a lot, cause I got such a fat ass, like Sir Mix-A-Lot
Got some buzz like I'ma need 'bout 1.21 gigawatts
I
mouth boom, blow your brains out
Got talkers we doers
Catch you in the back retire you from running like Carl Lewis
And I ain't going back to jail, hell
That's for me I want tweak off the earth
Yeah, uh, bitch, yeah, I'm back putting beats in a hearse
That's hoe one, be in my mix
Know that lil' ho chasing
Free YSL
Could have a bitch rather be by myself
P did the mix and the mix and the clicks on the shit
Then he sent it to Chris so you see why it sells
She tell me daddy I roger that
I got that work baby Copy dat copy dat
Bust down them blue faces
Den I’m gonna get it back
I ride dolo I’m self made I
waste side, had to get it fixed
I get right back in my tunnel when I'm out the mix
Here to fuck the game up, baby, I'm a glitch
Might trip, but I won't
Then I mash out
Down on my last
I was assed out
We run it
Like it's the last down
Hit up the fast lane, go a bit faster
Sir Mix a lot, call me Grand
bitches
I got the work in the pot, got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock
with my brothers
Pedigree go ask about me big dawg we talk shit out the Audi
Baby they won't touch me I got four niggas round me
I'm them boys motivation
of the night, you know I'm callin
On you
Mix that, mix that
Drink that, drink that
Let loose, let loose
Lay back, lay back
Why you always worry about payback
a bussdown
Score, hit my dance, like a touchdown
Keep throwing my problems in the woods, I got tucks now
Mix my feelings wit the Grabba Leaf
All i ever did was
year bid, life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hunnid pack
But nowadays I'm a owner and you a running back
You got to understand, baby, I'm done
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
Bacardi and lime
(Baby Sham)
Spliff, I feel this way
If it's for my squad, let's play
Back him 'gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up
ain't shit to do
But then sir jinx played his mix
And you thought that shit played out in eighty six
Lookin' for my dogs
Looked up in the mirror
I want that oh no
Last night
I think I forgot
Cuz if we don't remember drinkin'
shit we must have drank a lot
Man she been drinkin' all night
She got
by my movie selection
Hit the gym in the morning
I want hella breakfast
Say you got a real nigga on your checklist
Rep' the Gang
You could see it on my
exposure can't hold ya, it's makin' you bolder
'Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier
But lusting is on balls
Everybody's beggin' to get into your draws
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