Lyrics:
Nothing phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
knowing someone's secret is not enough
Everyone's a little bit a lot of the time
The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
[Auctioneer:][spoken]
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
a poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by
whole lot of shakin goin' on
Ah let's go
Well, come over, baby, we got chicken in the barn
Whose barn, what barn, my barn
Come on over, baby, better
Hipsters, tripsters,
Real cool chicks, sir,
Everyone's doin' that rag
You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset
No one is watching
(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
No, I can't be fooled
I ain't playin' by your rules
I'm known to lose my cool, but that's cool
'Cause I'm known
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know
to get somewhere
That's real and pure and true and eternal
Toby can you go with your boy, let's go
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee,
the evening, I'd hear him sing
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You
what you weigh me
TS$hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
8BNuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm
real)
Made lots of income, got me comin' out my deals (yes sir)
Don't wanna hear you complain if you ain't payin' no bills (no)
Don't let them take
I can see it in ya eyes
What's up what's up (what's up what's up)
I can see ya wanna ride
What's up what's up (what's up what's up)
I see ya mami
this joint I appreciate you
We 4 projects in, a whole lot more to go
Thanks for all the support for riding out wit ya nigga
Despite what you may think
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!
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
got to keep on searchin' harder, day by day
'Cause I want you, and you, you, you, you, you, you, you you and you
To stand on up, yes sir
Put a little
A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when you're down
Take me to the streets
Shout out to the people out there in the city living that life
We 'bout
door
The devil can't afford what the Lord has in store
I've already won there's a lot to be patient for
A lot (A lot a lot a lot)
A lot problems (All
Is there anyone I can accuse?
What are the odds?
Or do I win or lose?
Oh baby
Please, sir, by the way, sir
May I be excused?
Take my sorrow
Oh yes, this is special
This is direct from what we call 'The Funk House'
This is a total dope, phat one, know what I'm sayin'?
And this is how
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
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