Lyrics:
money?
I'm really showin' you niggas the real reason of lovin' it
Swift with the flows like hot knife in butter
Pretty motherfucker, I think I got it
love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
That it's a feast for the eyes, a low blow to purpose
And I'm
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
n you was me
It'll would tragic
By right now I'd be died
Coz of the illest rapper of the decade
Oh that's you
coz my lyrics n rhymes can turn
as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss
baby it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh baby baby it's a wild world
I'll always remember you like a child girl
You know
the flyest white boy of them all?
Got your girlfriend screenin' all the calls
She bubblin', we fuckin' then you cuddlin'
Like baby where the fuck you been?
cut me deep enough to tell you no.
Oh
Tell me you love me,
It'll hurt a lot worse when you go.
I'm not what you want.
No, I'm not ever gonna be.
You know, there was a time when
If someone told you to do somethin'
You did it. Bam! Right on!
No questions asked
It was "Yes, sir" and "Yes,
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product
right, yee haw
You take your all right, you take your can't wait
A lot of of bring-it-on, and some damn straight
And mix it all up with some down home
people, clap with me
Listen hard and tell me what you hear
Is it noise or is it def beats in your ear?
You said you want one, and now you got some
One time for my freaks
That know what to do when I
Skeet, Skeet! That like it
Hard, rough, face down, ass up
Yes sir! That like their hair pulled
the Crowbar with some common sense
You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
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[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
One of these
Fuck your love, motherfuck your love
That's what Sir John say
You can laugh all you want but he's right as hell
Cupid's ain't around these days
sir)
Yessirski (yes, sir)
I feel just like Kobe (yes, sir)
Yessirski (yes, sir)
We litty, we awesome, we great
They hate a lot (yeah), don't do it
be waiting
Get it while the gettin's good
Look at that dude in the parking lot
Taken it for granted, everything he's got
So if he hands you
collection
It's your mix, congratulations
We changed a lot and then some, some
Know that we have always been down, down
If I ever didn't thank you, you
Then
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha (woo)
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha? (uh)
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
to you, but we've never had company
He's the sweetest thing actually
I think he likes the arrangement
I don't know, though, we never discuss it
He was
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, shit
to be too cool
There's a room full of toxic people
But it feels like it's just me and her in the room
I'd rather me die before she
So I mix drugs up
Fausman
Good to see you sir. You want Mr. John Cash, don't ya
Sorta like to, yes. Johnny
Johnny a little memento from Folsom prison.
Like a cuddle up
We'll
real
The bark is for real, when you see that spark it'll kill
Be popping, robbing and chill, take it over there bark wit' it
From YO to Cali
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