Lyrics:
gon speak ye
i bull so hard concrete
Made bands by lonely,
bad ass wicked drugs on me
Speaker knockers speaker
banging like a big typhoon
Roll it up mix
gettin' bank
Gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin no money
I set trends in
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
as real as it gets
And bitch I would never be hit with by intellectual weaponry
Ain't no one gon' disrespect me, or compromise my integrity
Say what my
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
that hittin' her friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in this street shit all my life
I know Migo wanna see me rich the day he
"ha ha ha"
I'm walkin' in the bank like, "ha ha ha"
Ha, ha
I'm from O'Block (O Block), bitch, that's my block (yah)
I be wack? (Huh), ha ha ha
I've seen alot of evil things men'll do (men'll do)
Shit I mean I did a thing or two (yes sir)
Can't nobody tell me how to wear my shoes
Plus they too
Baby I'm the best, it's my time to make it
I'm a wizard, yes my bitch white as ice
No not blizzard
Call me sir
Sir Count-A-Lot
All I count, all I count
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
boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from the South boy
That's how
I'm trippin'
Whole lot of women, they all say that I'm different (yeah, damn)
Fitted to my toes, I like bank rolls
Bitch you need speed it up, you
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go
nigga Gucci
Bought a brand toolie, let it mix you like a smoothie
Do the oochi-choochi, I say free my nigga Gucci
Bought a brand toolie, let it mix you
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with
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
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self
You just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
(I've got all my life to live
Plus
shit like this
I woke up early on a Saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: "Go rap for Ye
He
all the negatives unless they come
In pairs
Filling up your bag make sure mori get his share
And I drop by the spot just to make it count Put my faith
the weather like in Seattle?
[ Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
All my ex's, eat this one
(You can have her)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona
on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never
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