Lyrics:
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph
your three-minutes-under
I wanna be your Chumbawumber
Your "Come On Eileen" by the midnight runners
If Men At Work only had "Down Under"
train Ramo
Mustache any old Money, "no!"
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
Frog men schooled by the god Ed
into steel and blood
into steel
Hoesch, Krupp, Thyssen, Mannesmann –
they make their steel with men
smoke and blood is the mix of steel
the birdmen
extra with the extroverts
The label used to wonder how I'm supposed to stand next to Vert
Prolly never thought that I would get these legs to work
I
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Vroom! Get at me the Doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime, I ain't lyin'
I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
Wanna be hood down
Here you come again with your playboy lines
You don't stop
The party start jumping five hours ago
The mix don't stop till it's way past four
hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner
a soldier out here
She make a little mix
Let em know she out here
We call her GI josephine, standin in line
Even though she could climb
Throught the opening
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
when i come back home i can look forward to my pills
Crush the perky in my 3.5
Then i mix the betty white, fuck whats finna go down
U used to make
I'm gonna add vocab into the mix
Articulate my words so the concept sticks
G-E-T-D-O-W-N
Then ascend with the three Sound men
Straight to the peak,
a deal with O)
Trains, planes, automobiles
Won't get that work across the state
Run till' they always getting' rid of the weight
Sweatin' under
the hate inside his eyes
Yeah, yeah, huh
Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
The flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now
It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever wanna showdown
Get wetted up by
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life
Usually followed by sirens and lights
Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, I'm
him and walk away
This amazing hot day I went to see Barney from work
My briefcase in my hand sitting down on my skirt
The undergounds of the surface
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