Lyrics:
getting jealous by the look I'm catchin'
I hate dumb skeezers, MC beater
Drop 5 grand on my bird white needer?
Smooth like ice, don't get nice
Just turn up
by which I lived
And revenge my only goal
But the road to happiness isn't paved with hate
I'm glad I learned how to forgive before it was too late
sir)
Yessirski (yes, sir)
I feel just like Kobe (yes, sir)
Yessirski (yes, sir)
We litty, we awesome, we great
They hate a lot (yeah), don't do it
the water
Watch it go by
Clouds going by
I'm watching the sky
I left my luggage at the station
Didn't know how to
Say goodbye
I walked away from all
(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
No, I can't be fooled
I ain't playin' by your rules
I'm known to lose my cool, but that's cool
'Cause I'm known
I need a two-seated Benz
Moving fast ya I book it
This just the hooptie my friend
You can tell by the smell
I need the clock just to stop
This got me
a fuck about
Mic cords, at night, swords get up
Together, black wrists get cuffed
I'm wishin' for a change
My man want his change in a cup
Yes, Sir, I'm in
it's bad for my health
But I don't give a fuck 'cause
I'm a match for myself
I stay fuckin' with y'all
I stay fuckin' with y'all
A lot of people say it's
Scotty, I'm talkin' switch my mood by Puffy crib (wow)
Screamin', "Yes sir" (yes sir) matching stretched furs (fur)
My diamonds go, "Brr" (brr), yeah,
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm
Get busy!
Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak
So cute in a suit, my beats can see
Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete
You can fold my robe,
[Auctioneer:][spoken]
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
a poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by
got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sir
Tell 'em
Well, I'll meet you at seven in the parking lot
(Dodge Veg-O-Matic there in the parking lot)
We can all just stand by my car, you know,
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
My over there was passing me
She got a whole lot of rhythm when she walk
& I can hear rhythm when she talk
a lot
Life in general takes a lot out of me
Jesus Christ in me means a lot to me
I can't deny I'm my own enemy
And the devil has no power and he will
between people working out and people havin' sex.
Sir, what's your name?
[Man]:
Hi, how ya doin'? My name's Gregory Miner.
[Adam Sandler]:
Oh terrific. My
one gram
I'll teach ya how to give
A white girl a suntan
Put it in that pot, 'til it get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot aye!
a downhill drag
Things are better than they ever have been
Well I missed a lot of lovin' in my lifetime
But I'm never gonna do it again, no sir
Never gonna
Every sailor's son
Is taught when they are young
That the pull of the moon lingers on
Something we can't escape
From Bimini 'round the cape
Mix
Officer, sir you must be jokin'
That was a cigarette I was smokin'
ATL's the place
559 parking lot was the scene
Smoking big green with a bitch named Vicki
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my stilo
Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
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