Lyrics:
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Yeah, uh-huh!
Your boy Juicy J
She bad, yeah
In case you didn't know
Juicy that nigga
I keep me two hoes
like that nigga Jack Tripper
I shoot in
Yeah, uh-huh!
Your boy Juicy J
She bad, yeah
In case you didn't know, Juicy that n*gga
I keep me two hoes like that n*gga Jack Tripper
I shoot in
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
those fuckers in the dust!
[K:] What, what do you..
[J:] All those fucking youngsters gotta lick our fucking boot or fuck it!
Y’know what I mean?
[K:]
a splif of reefer
Hit the homie up on the DM he did the feature
E&J Courvoisier dude saying to mix tequila
Ask Ray J I sip more Brandy than Moesha
Back when
and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do(do)
don't get it confused
and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do(do)
don't get it confused
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
Still got the same flame behind me from the "Hate Me Now" video
It's continual
All I need is a beat and I'm stitchin' you
Like stitchin' these words
posse, you got a bunch of dudes
Your broke, cold cryin 'bout the rockman blues
Ya beat up on your girl, and now you're all upset
She's with the Mix
Nigga you young
No one does it better
No one throws a eastside party like we do
Nobody, no one does it better
No one throws a eastside party like we
the cards up, all trust
Who else you goin' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes moving units, 'em, Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here!
Maybach outside
And I'm really like a male Jessie J (Do it like a dude)
Nobody perfect, but me and this money way (Money way)
When it's your birthday, it's that dummy day
see wit they optics
They optical allusions
Don't confuse dudes wit him
Uh, it's obvious they used to win
Used to bein' in that G deuce deuce like him
And I’m really like a male Jessie J (Do it like a dude)
Nobody perfect, but me and this money way (Money way)
When it’s your birthday, it’s that dummy day
on the road
Smokin' outta my hotel room
Everywhere I go, they be like
"He got a smell to him" (Smell)
He got it mailed to him
(Mailed to him) , but mine be
at this: Ur hur hur
When I go on and do my new
Act the crowd will all go wild
Cos I’ll be wanking off my helmet
Whilst crying like a child
It will make
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so
my baby, let's just make it
I got my Gaga 9-7 on right now
Lady (you gotta puff a J to this one
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy)
You're so
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
that smell) Probably your upper lip!
Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stank
Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank
Chilling in
, snow ball effect I suggest that ya'll roll with it. It's gettin' bigger man, it's a movement, it's called the President I'm a show you how to do it
a private one
Thought she was soft, she's a violent one
Baby girl, you're too feisty, that's cool by me
But can you handle a dude like me?
Roll up in
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