Lyrics:
a lot x2
She tell me she want me to dig her out
U kno baby got back I'm sir mix a lot
If u run up on me den u getting shot
We can fight or u kno we can
knows where (Sir!)
I'm tryin' to get my fifteen seconds before I die like the rest of you (I can't believe you're Saying this, sir!)
You get back in line!
the Crowbar with some common sense
You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
One of these
It's hard
Slip disk
Hits hard
Don't get hit on
Don't mix it strong
You
Heavily edited
I can see through digits
Maybe your image is something you
the winner
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around, signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come from
There's another missile catcher just like him
His name
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
a father in your life... I want you to stand up and sing this part right here)(Hey)
Tell em!
[Bridge:]
Ain't nothing gonna break me down (Yes sir
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
It’s Friday so all day go insane
lose my brain.
we work hard so we play
lot of Xo , we this way (this way)
I'm way up can’t shift that
they got stuck
a familiar sceneries
I smell the gun smoke
I watched a homie watch his son smoke
I seen the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc
One slip and one
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
because you can't do too much
Of either you really can't
It's unfortunate that at times
Hip hop culture will
Tell you to lean only to one side
When that is
on the spot Bitch
You already know that a nigga like me
Boy you know that we hot bitch
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
You know me I don't even
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
(who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room, baby (who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room (who's bad?)
Locked eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby
alot of evil things men'll do (men'll do)
Shit I mean I did a thing or two (yes sir)
Ya'll can't tell me how to wear my shoes
Plus they too big for you
From da cradle to da grave Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY / Chorus You gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about
model
Keep my mind high in the sky to stay off that bottom
Yeah can’t complain, a lot’s going well
But won’t lie, like all the time I still miss you like
cyy
Superior on the mix
Nelly pon this one yeah!
Jorshie on the beat
I've got a lot on my mind
Can't get you off my mind
My feelings
Can't trust him he talk alot
I took your girl, Sir Lancelot
Flexing hard like Juggernaut
Rockstar life I feel like Scott
Rockstar Life like SlipKnot
a permanent knapsack
Because I can't go out like that
It'll go down
When a stupid nigga come in your town
In a bar with a pocket full of dough now
A lot of ho's
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
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