Lyrics:
We livin' good
Everyday it's all good
Alright
Look, swag on if a dag on pimp
Rock can make the stiletto drag on rough rider
Now miotis throw your
thought
Mix the heaven wit that hell
I've been stirring the pot
Tryna settle my thoughts
I been peddalin' not
Aint wit the news I just got
It got my mind in
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
weed high
(jim jones)
my momma allways told me aim for the sky
So I came out aimin bangin at guys
It was mainly slangin kane by the pies
And the fiends
and step
That I was wit' it a bit not to consider the rep, heck!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
Cause I'm Naughty by Nature, not cause I
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
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
rap, that I won't take it to ya
I don't think you squares understand
You ain't fuckin' with a boy (who you fuckin' with?)
You fuckin' wit a man
it is
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me
Dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty
weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck a lot mix the business wit' the pleasure
They say to me I can't understand him
Him meaning me the E Earthadox maybe
Put a book in your brain they call you Sir Book a Lot
I mix a lot
wit a hollow filled 40 by my dick
Im real as it get like a large intestine im wit the shit
Day and night in da mix got yo uncle callin me for a quick
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
fuck fuck a war
You're lucky that I ain't the president
'Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin'
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,
cheatin'
You said, "I know you, Mr. O.P.P. Man
Yo P.P. man, won't only see me man"
You should've known when I ain't hit it and step
That I was wit' it
the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip-hop
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
I smoked a whole lot
Not by myself man I smoked it wit the whole house
Drop top Chevy when I pull up to my ol' house
Damn it feel good ridin' round
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
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