Lyrics:
I'm incredible I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed out cause they lost it
Peep my
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
And you home nigga
I think you told nigga, you get exposed nigga
I easy pass up in yo bitch
You paid a toll nigga i drop
Back on that paper ain't got
No
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
I said, let's go and play Adam and Eve
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she
screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve"
I took her
to it
I'm trying to keep up with my Jones' and Thomas'
'Til I'm broke like them New Year's Eve promises
And that's alright, I just penned another
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
On main street after midnight, a brand new pack
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
On main street after midnight, a brand new pack
to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no
Bumrush the refrigerator
Yo Jay pass the Pringles, I want a bit
(Cake Jaz, cake Jaz, gimme some of it)
Greenbacks every track that's what
We're gonna get go
sleigh full of toys
For a whole, wide world
Of good girls and boys
It's hard to sleep a wink
Every clock seems to stall
Yeah
Christmas Eve's the longest
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
Mad
Doing main road tryna get to the place that I made
Doing up doing up doing up
Mad
Back when me and Avelino used to make tracks
Live and die
me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't
to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done
in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
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