Lyrics:
that ain't love
That ain't motherfucking love
Sir Mix a lot ain't done shit for me
Ain't no famous rappers out here
Making shit for the streets
My
wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don't get to check
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
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
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
machines niggas
We crap table players
I roll a seven, cause we crap table players
I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My kind of beef will fuck up ya
a lot of shit with my own eyes
I been on the same grind for a long time
I done seen a lot of shit with my own eyes
Aye Woah let me check uh my let me
we think my ship set sail I won’t never sink
Open up your eyes
You can see what’s in disguise
It might take a lot of tries
You really by yourself it’s
stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire
Tryna block my shine just ain't gon' happen, so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
ones
So I collect guns!
So step right through if you're down for the wrong move
Most crews are moved by my twelve gauge boom!
How can I love when I
mother's dick, asshole
" all that shit hit it DMX
Check it out now, to my man, KRS-One
To my all time brother Scott La Rock
He's in here forever right about
(Hi, hey, love, I'll come check you out)
(Never gonna give up on you)
(So what are you gonna show me first?)
Yeah, we gonna do it like this (well)
to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile
some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
So now
Me and my homies, we tighter than a glove
We chop a lot of game is how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'Cause we
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
the Giorgio Armani
Never that common shii
Yes sir yes sir (Yes sir)
We actually run the city yes sir (Yes sir)
With 20 in my bag I don't drop locay
All night
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my
and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
And even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
I survived 'cause I got mo',
on the way
But I got a lot in my way
An I am not never gon change
Only thing you might see change
Is all of the digits in bank
All of the digits inside of my
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
a lot to cry about (facts)
Know a lot of shit that I can only talk with God about (man)
Shit that I wished, it start comin' true, I had to watch my
kitchen hot
Working with little to nothing but sir I mix a lot
Mission was the ceiling
Tops
Tipping (Tip in) the shit I drop
Will he (wheelie pop) pop ?
to take us back (Yep)
So you got your and I got mine, so why do you whine about my grind ?
Sitting around blaming Mix-a-Lot for your situation
Boy get
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