Lyrics:
(bitch)
Banks jump yo fat ass in the mix
Yeah the shit gets hectic, but you gots to accept it
10 years chillin' in the game, well respected
But check
Okay, okay
Wakey wakey
I'ma hit you some green eggs
Call it ham, still baking
Breaking planets
Jump out of dimensions
Like the oa, freedom mind
You
want it
I'm from a place you want a problem niggas get it jumpin'
I mix some chronic up with hash up in the joint I'm stuffin'
And jump in my car,
my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N,
sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your ctari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
Now put your
caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Classic
Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges
I was
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just
and got it alone
Got a bad lil vibe, she wanna ride the wave
Got a whole lot of cash, come jump inside the Wraith
I told Kaykay she's for me, anything she
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down
(The Game) Verse 2
Somebody tell Luda,
I'm on the way now,
Aight, just stepped one size 12,
Air
My name is Lion
Bitch I’m a king
You call it a mix
I call it a sting
That bitch a Devil where
Prada’s lil ring
My phone aint silent
Bitch where is
like my boy Saint Nick
Cranberry mix with the great goo spiff
Put it in the air, nigga light that shit
Baby girl bring a few friends back
You fuckin with
to jump in my bag and get out of my feelings
Don't give a fuck about a nigga
That's why I play it solo, so it's harder to kill me
I stay' around a lot
has painted,
Just needs a sample by Sir Mix-a-Lot!
Now's a great time to play it..
Put 'em down in the ground, but they came right back.
Zombie Attack!
bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing' cost your
Man a lot of dough (Oh)
The fuck am I bustin' my brain fo'?
It's just the way the game
1 - Math is fun
2 - This song's brand new 3 - Count with me
4 - Let's keep score
5 - Let's jump and jive
6 - Is in the mix
7 - Just like heaven
8 -
(woo)
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit (uh)
I can't get caught in the mix
I make a hit, I can't miss (hit)
Pop Smoke, I'm
done seen it all
Then along came a girl named Joyce
She had a black Corniche Rolls Royce
At the stop sign she did something with her tongue
Could Mix
to sing it
Like the style but man you working them a lot.
[Chorus x2]
Baby that's what's up
Lil mami, I can take it
One, Two, Three, baby riding with me (with me)
Four, Five, Six, yeah we got em in the mix, yeah (in the mix, yeah)
Fucking with
seems so unreal
You open your eyes and said, "Mix-a-Lot's hours of sleep
Because you are on my mind
Why don't you search for my hidden treasure
代替できない仲間＆音楽 集まったら
（みんな楽しく したい なりたい）
軽やかに One step, Two step
君は招いてる Three step, Four step
あがれ舞姫！
制服を脱ぎ捨ててはしゃぐ Dancing girl
一人じゃできないこと Shake it up
ぐるっと回れ 一緒に
up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts
Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic
Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit
2 face, they cliques be
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