Lyrics:
diamonds on it, baby)
It's not a problem that I can't fix
‘Cause I can do it in the mix
It's not a problem that I can't fix
‘Cause I can do it in the mix
So
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
(Wheezy outta here)
My bitch a, a Richard Millie rocker (yeah)
1017 for life, you know what I'm saying, no cap
No extras on it
Real nigga shit
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
it's real.
You are what you feel.
But all that I say,
Can be told another way.
In the story of a boy who's dreams came true.
And he could be you.
on my bank level (where you at?).
I'm right here never late please see clear its no blur yes sir.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm on leer jets,
Know what make
through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
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
Oh yes this is special
This is direct from what we call The Funk House
This is a total dope phat one, knowhatI'msayin?
And this is how it's done,
the narcs
The money I gain, all for the art
Whole lot of pain, black in my heart
I know she ashamed, I broke her heart
Shit got real just a week ago
No question about it
Queens represent!
Uh! say what?
Queens represent! Yeah
Come on!
Get down baby, down down down down down now!
Queens
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
domestic spending goin' up,
Continental clothes, Stetson hats, everybody's on the dance floor
Yes sir, all you backbiters and syndicators, hear what I
Sixteen hours flight to Brazil
When I get there shit is real
Got a lot of beautiful women
But they money's what appeal to me
I know exactly how it feel
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
know her game
I wanna learn her wits and how she plays her tricks, oh, I gotta know
Lots of booze and her kiss
These are drugs that do not mix
I
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
to never mix know love or know druggs in it
Thug living we was posted by the club with it
I was robbing they where drugg dealing
Man what happend to the real
the top boy
And I didn't even have to be in Top Boy
If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy
You rap meeks make me wanna be a pop boy
Ayy, in
I'd hear him sing
I've got to walk that lonesome valley
I've got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
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
steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah)
I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD)
I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely)
Now I got a lot
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