Lyrics:
streets
Ayyo snoop, I used to kick up dope, ride with n****s
Know about the hits, hang with killas
Take the broads down for jailhouse visits
Keep my
hard like cialis
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho
She pop x I smoke o's tic-tac-toe
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind
They say
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
the weather like in Seattle?
[ Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
All my ex's, eat this one
(You can have her)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona
ya, just let me get inside ya
I can take you higher if you hit this vaporizer"
I got that dope dick, I'll be your supplier
You grabbin' on my sheets
on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never
(oh)
(Hey you disgusting slob, you better take the trash out)uh uh uh uh, oh
Boy there's a lot in here (a lot)
And everyday it grows (oh)
(Hey you
Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)
Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up)
(bling)
A&W soda cream, I mix mine with codeine (lean)
That's my favorite drink (pour up), take a sip with me (let's go)
Big Five said break that shit
hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping' at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin' it
it ain't rollin'
Twenty four seven ain't closin'
They got my name at the Precinct
Know a nigga playin' in a sink
Came through playin' in a mink
bitches through
You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (What)
We take bitches too (aight?)
And if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last
Mix it with the hash, take a puff and pass (Yes)
Go and bounce that ass, go and bounce that ass (Mhm)
Loan paper cash is through that nigga's stash
they never do astound us
In the back of my mind I know I gotta get the cash, it's in my secret stash
Wish I had another path
Out the window I can hear
tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now imma dime off yo' ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch
And threw him
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
we now get to build
For once in your life, take a stand with pride
I don't understand how you stand to the side
I'll keep all my plans
Close
stash, I just laugh at your face
Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If
report
No report card (Fuck outta here)
Shotgun, stash box, nigga, in a sports car
(Grrah) niggas getting shot, miss a lot
Pray to Allah bad bitch
She gon'
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
everything the block see
We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can move more-, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip-,
'bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is,
the garage, I'm a get me in that man
My Bad Side
I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot man
I know well listen, take him out man
He dissed my sister
Don't let
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