Lyrics:
niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty
Put my thumb in the butt, make it nasty (ooh)
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper (go)
Fuck me with my
I'm one man, sir, who knows for sure
That you reap just what you sow
I sure appreciate your listening, it helps me a lot
You know to have that man's
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
to be too cool
There's a room full of toxic people
But it feels like it's just me and her in the room
I'd rather me die before she
So I mix drugs up
can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta
[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
What about this motherfucking aintsta
Wannabe gangsta
Sittin' in
of Love and time
Cause the mind to trick the eye?
I wonder how you gettin' by
And all the stars still in your eyes
But you still just get the five
You
of Love and time
Cause the mind to trick the eye?
I wonder how you gettin' by
And all the stars still in your eyes
But you still just get the five
You
rapping style.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild.
For when I spit my rhyme, I just don't quit.
Grab the microphone, and just make me rich.
It
heaven's gate
There's a freedom in your arms
That carries me through
I need you (dada, dada, da), ooh
Ooh
You're the hope that moves me
To courage
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!
in that Exxon parking lot
I thought the world would keep on turnin', no one told me it would stop
And I'da called you crazy after we were through
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
gal, wanna sit on my lap
No BBL, you can tell she just built like that
You ever walk up to a spot knowin' every bitch'll pop?
It's not a whole lot
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
and lots of imposters
I smoke the real trees, see, I cop from the Rastas
Y'all niggas ain't impress me yet
Y'all yappin', not rappin', turn that shit off
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth
Cop the aberrettes
Orange
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
lookin' for a cutie pie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then
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