Lyrics:
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
hop, I drip-drop
I flip-flop with them white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn this
That’s what the chronic smell like
When them chemicals mix
the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela
But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her
But yo, I know her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, these metaphors be raw
Take the shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety ninth
to get fix, how to get mix
'09 Wop, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I saying?
Quarter
and wild and free
Only skin and sweat between us
You're like honey on a breeze
We mix so good together
Just like sex on the beach
What's it gonna take
just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's
"It's a work trip in Dominican"
She knows I'm sinning again, she knows
Good God, damn, I can't get shit by you
I can't be sleepin' on you
I wanna put some
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
a lot about a man
By the price of his clothes
Blow on the shirt, extra pills that I dose
I'm the perfect man to mix
The cons with the pros
I'm the service
a lot about a man
By the price of his clothes
Blow on the shirt, extra pills that I dose
I'm the perfect man to mix
The cons with the pros
I'm the service
Im allat uhh
Mix the shit
Then i operate like im allat uhh
All the plays that i called
Look where my balls at uhh
I should be hall of fame to a lot
something in the name that's different from theirs
Depicted in scripture holdin' two dragons blowin' flames
Sorry it ain't go the same for y'all
They say,
They say to me I can't understand him
Him meaning me the E Earthadox maybe
Put a book in your brain they call you Sir Book a Lot
I mix a lot
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
1, 2, 3, Uh
Blah Uno, here to put suckers in the mix
The musical's fixed for me
To bust wild dicks, so yeah
Busting off nuts in the chicks-to-sluts
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
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