Lyrics:
3,4 no one's really sure
5,6 what's in the mix
7,8 this stuff tastes
They did something
Which meant something
And that got them some attention
Eyes
better jump in the water,
Nigga
Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class
Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash
I
your back
Wouldn't be the first time that I seen you getting crazy
That's my lil baby
Lil soldier like she came from the navy
Whole lotta water, girl you
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
Yeah, and it got a soul, yeah
Uh-uh, what it do, what it say
Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say
Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say
What
authentic
Anderson donuts in the coupe 360
Packed in groupies by the group wearin' Fendi
Back then she ain't never hit me back
Now I'm back, key to lock cause
Mhmmm
Hey
Swear you're crucial to the life pretty lady
Swear you'd make a spicy wife for me baby
The way you launch my rocket got me comin' outta
a fountain
Baby girl, I need to know, is it me or the diamonds?
Back in 011', being broke was never-endin'
I was movin' eights and benders and I made like
it ended like this
And I ain't got love for you bitch
Shoo fly don' bother me
Will I get back with her probably
Then I thought about it I won't
Do
I'm in the mix with it
Man don't wanna mix with it
Don't forget the shit
Man no want no benefits
I'm in the mix with it
Man don't wanna mix with it
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 where's
My baby girl is here and she's eccentric
It do not matter, I'm loving her presence
She sitting by me and she look so pleasant
She is the type to go
Back and forth
Across the border nigga
Call mix a lot
I had him In the mix a lot
I be in the streets or
In the kitchen with a Brick
To chop easy Yeaaaa
yourself "how big a problem could that be?"
Check this out and peep this here y'all
Bein' this f-l-why got pitfalls
Cause I got it rough
Cause one girl
down)
Big bans know I gotta keep alot around the times is steady changing
So I got to keep a glock around (woah, woah)
No new friends I can't trust that
Pop it
Shake it Pop it
Yeah Baby
Verse 2: Don Ladyii
Yo all of my bitches is bad
You see us out popgun pussy but we get that bag
A lot of these bitches
Shake it Pop it
Shake it Pop it
Yeah Baby
[Verse 2: Don Ladyii]
Yo all of my bis' is bad, you see us out popgun P-, but we get that bag
c lot of these
A heart break is a mix of a whole lot of things that I hate but main thing I can’t stand is you
And this whole thing got me stress but I know I gotta
city on the map
I can't go to nobody city without no strap
When the bank close they got my money
I make 'em open it back
Alot of plug mad at my
Prices
nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin' fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh
I'm comin thru, want you bout to show you why
I got the game from the pimps and players
You goin feel me, baby when I get there
I'm a give you what
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
I wish each day was like a Friday night
A cold drink, my baby by my side
With no worries anywhere around
Life's a party if you want it to be
If
to swerve lanes (skrtt)
Dip on your main thing (your main thing)
My niggas they trap a lot
She give me the tippy top
Got her on
My niggas they at the top
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