Lyrics:
and conquering)
Live and conquer (we're living)
Live and conquer (and conquering)
Live and conquer (We're living, living and conquering)
I'm not Sir Mix-a-Lot but
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, 'cause big
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,
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this
crunk)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(got that gin up in my cup)
Ladies love that I’m a devil
Mixing rap with heavy metal,
Mixing weed with my
Yeah I got a lot, got a lot up on my mind
Deep emotions, different potions, all thru the night
Mix it up, wash it back, yeah I'll be alright
Pass it
mind to spread out
With the radio turned down
Mix my feelings with the sound
Of all my dreams and doubts
I'll drive till I see the sun
I'm sorry for
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
school of fools
So come here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll splatter your dreams
Plans to overthrow
music makes us whole
it doesn't matter if you're young or old
They love to hear on the radio
it takes your troubles away
I'll tell you what don't work
rather do it myself (damn)
Direct, edit & mix
I hold that shit under my belt (forreal)
A degree to top that
I'm passin class by myself (yeah)
My own crib
of fools
So come here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll splatter your dreams
Plans to overthrow are left
the whole rap game aflame
Twisting up your misconceptions
Trick questions for game shows
They call me arrogant
Too thugged out, who do you blame though?
Dre
all my people roll blunted
Your man froze when I rolled up
I symbolize death like a cobra
Attacks your life here it's over
Black you effed up
Never
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
And we roll
He mix wit
Got caught by the
Now that nigga
Now that nigga dead
When up it I'm aiming for heads
I'll Heard they was laxking they filled em wit
I'm representin everybody out there smokin
[Lil Wyte]
Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up
I'm ready to get fucked up
Soon as I get control
the shit could pop
Dot them I's
And hit the stops
The gains are lots and lots lots
All registered
By sort and then account
And sealed
Done ticked
want everyone to just kick back and listen
This one is called Rotation on 97.1 MixFM
Adolescents Radio
Day and Night
This the type of shit you play
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
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