Lyrics:
when they sleepin'
I be concealed up in my room, knowin' that it could happen
I'm just tryin' to maintin', because the future is untold
Till
stealin' your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
I'll always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
CRAZY RACK laid the beat
Giddy up go stayed right on him
Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up
I waited till he went in and I offered to buy him a cup
Well we got
fallin'-off
It's really far fetched!
I turn a little to a lot I make it stretch!
In come the Franklyn's!
Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crack house!
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
they got guns, they got weed
Srg:
I said let em go
Cop:
Alright
You guys can go
Sorry... sorry about the mix up
You guys can go.
a hustler
Came here to blow the place up
And swore I was rich till dame
Told me get my cake up
So more money, more power, more clothes
More overseas Buggatis,
caught up in the mix and I can't do shit, but still
I can't ride with program, fearing no man
Hit the car door let the door slam it's a blessing that he
had to slow down
Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut
And started putting all this game on
Records for my come up
From sun up to sun down
I'm
I got my funds up
Grinding all night, working hard till the sun up
See me like, K-Baller, yeah he on the come up (He on)
Everyone started downing when
slow my roll down to a pimp strut
And started putting all this game on records for my come up
From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
yes indeed that's I
The fizzi, I do it till the day I dizie
All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room
I'm gon' give it to you
All
everyday when I see the sun come up I'ma say
Let's get it
Get it done, everyday proving that I'm still Your son
If you hear me, and you with me
Heaven
the summer sun comes yo might shape up
Go back to being yourself and to the ones you love
And when the summer sun comes you might just say
"I gotta find
at him, now they outback after the show rappin' at 'em
You lazy motherfuckers ain't doin' shit, up and at 'em
Come on, man, get after it, get at it, don't
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see
You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see
You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
that ain't love
That ain't motherfucking love
Sir Mix a lot ain't done shit for me
Ain't no famous rappers out here
Making shit for the streets
My
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
on my get-up,
Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up,
And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no
won't catch it 'till next autumn
We taught them niggaz how to rhyme this hot
We drink a lot, smoke a lot, da da da da, da da da da
Da, da da da da, da
of dawn
Blame it on your curiosity
Eventually, your inner demons come back
And out into the sun, into the sun
And we have a lot of love to give
But it's
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