Lyrics:
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
a soda pop (Pop)
In my seat, mood meek, don't wanna stir the pot (Pot)
Ice, up and down my watch
(I'm nice) I like big butts like Sir Mix-A-Lot
Bringing
Didn't move the brown or the crack
Use to pick up for the fact
I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that
Stack to buy out the stores n that
a racist person tells us to go back to our country. It's like, Hey, why don't you go back to your country? It's like, Oh my God. Thank you so much, sir. That
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
Don't put ya mud on my sneaks, huh (no sir)
Don't put this bitch on the time clock
She can't leave 'til she eat all this meat, huh (word)
Heard what I
You don't wanna get stretched in here
I'd break your neck
But you ain't had a neck in years
Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best
It's clear
is by choice
What's your name sir
What's your name sir
You put your hands on me
What is your name
No
I asked you a question
I am trying to talk to this
hercules
When I hit it from the back I hit her arteries
Niggas talk a lot about me but they aint harming me
Talking bout what he gonna do a nigga aint gon
[Chorus: x4]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)
In my life, a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose
tummy, she bring it right back
Oh my God
Aight
Aight
Get fucked by the nigga, nigga Michael Jackson
Shorty in the back, she like it when I hit my Michael
A whole damn lot
A little after that
Came came TIN Stak
Brought in
Sir William and Ace
But that time of my life
Brought a whole lot of rain
Got it in with
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
Jacks, had nothing that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I'm a maniac when aiming at the enemy delight
Tell
Black boy joy Black girl magic
Keep it going Automatic
Original man Aziatic
Counted me out Right back at it
5th Untitled instant classic
Flipped my
bitch, get up, come here, bitch
Get up
Uh, Balla you know that boy Balla a demon
Love the clout, these bitches be fiendin'
(Brrah)
I don't have to jack
press
I'm different, yes, and I'm best, served fresh
By the due date, on this very package, ingest
Find a way to fill your tummy the best
Better take
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
Jack City
A lot of niggas talking that New York lost it
That's fake news man we the land of the bosses
We ain't taking no loses nah we just steady
overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
the lease up!
[Verse]
I cook your noodle
Spaghetti
get ready for war
I put your head on the wall
Guess whos back?!
Just like Jack
I got a Axe with my head
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
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