Lyrics:
many faces but none of 'em mirror me
Show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think
fazed, 'cause I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much fame
"How ya doin' baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit smokin' that
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it, if you wanna
Give it all ya got, give it all ya got, hustlin'
Niggas that's talkin' about we now, watch yo' mouth!
If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'
You
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
Uh-huh, yo, yo, I need all the dudes in the club
Get ya money out
(Let's get 'em Keri)
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
If you think you
an Ambien each nap, how many Valium? Three?
And that will average out to about one good hour's sleep
Okay, so now ya see the reason how come he
Has taken
now
Tell me, am I still? Mm
Tellin' you just how I feel right now
You say it's just the drugs, and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinkin'?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
Whatchu know 'bout it?
Ya dig?
Weezy the name
of money right now so
When you on the tour I
Know there's gonna be lot
Of girls out there tryna
Throw you their pussy"
(haha) I mean that's how my
Momma
black Cadillac
And the Joe smelled sweet
So she curls up at her boyfriend's feet
She said "I got a plan listen, Sam"
"How'd ya like to make some
This how it feel to be on top
I used to see fiends lookin' for crack like they phone dropped
So fuck what you talkin' 'bout
I aimed for the stars
Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it, if you wanna
and bury ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop 'til I get done
Sometimes I don't even need my GAT
But shit's getting deep
Shoutout ma nigga fee
See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see
Its about money it's bigger than me
three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that
black Cadillac
And the Joe smelled sweet
So she curls up at her boyfriend's feet
She said "I got a plan listen, Sam"
"How'd ya like to make some
your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
(Yeah, yeah) 'cause I
(get up!) boombayay
[Ice Cube]
what's up baller, I'm an owner now
You niggas ball for me, I be kickin' it up in my suite
Lookin' down ain't none
niggas, still real niggas
You new niggas, just lil' niggas
When ya shit fall, don't be surprised
Acting like you didn't hear timber
I'm caffeinated, I'm
leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is
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