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There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his

a j
Put on some synth wave
Mix sum for the hoes to hoe to
Now they flagging me down
They must be from P-Town
I can't fade the tricks
With fingerwaves

A never slime my homie for no paper
A never go out sad bout a bitch cause I'm a player
Bro don't speak up on the business cause these niggas they a tell

Don't mix that
I drink this Henny straight
I'm a Big Mac
Its really just a fee for this
Ain't no get back
But a faggot better
Get back
I really don't do

left and right chilling with tha guys
Lucked in bro's for life
Bless us Jesus Christ
Lots of cars we drive
Option rich or die
Gods love by my side
Surely

the body and I can't control it
Kids had a toys I played Mahjong
15 I jumped over the fence and never spotted by patrol
My decision was to pop Petroleum's,

(who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room, baby (who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room (who's bad?)
Locked eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby

Soul bleeds on the piano keys
I'm an OG seen a lot of things
All this industry beef don't bother me
Lot a leaches, cockroaches, bottom feeders
Sir

Getting better by the day, let the pen be my instinct,
cnd now the world is techno, so now the text is instant,
Save my notes for later, yeah these notes

a fact 
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips 
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

like (silk)

Can I talk my shit, baby? (speak to me)
I go by many names (oh)
Kojey Acholades
Pablo Eskojey
Houdini Kojini
Luther Vankojey
And Sir

still get higher with the days
Told me you close by, but I still let you get away
We still callin' and talkin' now and then
That's how I know it's real

(Don't bother Me)

Weak ass Niggas don't know how I feel
You bout to lose everything a lot goes by when you sit in that cell
Thinking if you going to make

are my chances shrinking
Life can change in an instant blinking, nothings promised times I feel I'm sinking
Got a lot on my plate can you handle that

to get and be there
I didn’t know how we went so then show any fear
Pressure coming drasticly 
Shortly roll a logo so she left with me
Never mix this stats

of breakin' off back (oh my damn)
I know that p**** flowin' so ima need life Jack (I ain’t pullin out)
Anaconda goin' dumb lookin at those buns
I, sir mix a lot

brzydzi tutaj jak ospa
Tona silikonu w cyckach też

Jeszcze trzy miesiące i kotek da mi na nowe cycki

Wymóg to bufet, który doceniłby Sir Mix-A-Lot
Więc

punch a hole in your logic like a sheet of drywall
We can't see eye to eye, you don't reach my eyeballs
That's a lot of big talk when you're only 5 tall

gonna try to doubt me like he black but he
Too short to be a great NBA player, So I'm st-st-stutterin' like Faker
Drop the mix-tape for the bread, baker

Street Life

Hostyle

Loyalty

2001

Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow

Wash my

Street Life

Screwball

Loyalty

2001

a lot of gats; holla' back!

[Chorus]

You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let

insidious or stand out represent your insignia
But whatever choice you pick there's insomnia
He's a naughty nerd he don't have a lot of friends
He's so uncool