Lyrics:
happy
Holy shit I'm happy
This ain't melancholy
Holy shit I'm happy
What the hell did you just write here?
I think a whole lot of nothing sir
Are you sure
you that you have been drafted
into
the United States military]
The United States wants me for what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha
Grenadine quarantine, I like you a lot
It's LA, "hey" on Zoom, Target parking lot
And if this is the end, I want a boyfriend
Someone to eat ice
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
Beach where I and I man reach
Living up, living up, living up, living up
So I roll in the lot, flipped down my screen
Turn on my DVD you know what I mon
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
home
Ornament is good coz I don't like chrome
That's rippin'
That's rippin'
Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
Down with MIX-A-LOT
gettin' you high on the funky sounds
This is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn
See, I mix my style up like a cement mixer
She do doughnuts in my head, over and over and over
'Til the cops pull her over
And then she say some real slick shit like
"I'm on my way by Weezy
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,
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good
what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
, no, this is Krogers, we do not sell that here)
Al-alright, alright, alright, ah (sir)
Well, shit what's your name? You sound cute
(Boy, quit playin')
as fuck)
I know, I know (Most Dope bitch, hey)
Oh, oh, oh (K.I.D.S. what's up?)
Honey I need you 'round (I'm high as fuck, yeah, yes sir)
I know, I know
daht daahh-dah!)
They say that it ain't what ya knows it's what ya feel
(but on the real side)
I'll take my real and goes up hill
Give me the real
it come our way
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin' I seen
on
I never let her go, girl that I'd wait for
I seal my deal like Jay does
All that and then some
Pimp real for real when I win some
I remember what
a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated ya must stay up
Ya asked a simple question boy, don't say "What?"
Ya only live once
yeah
I'm a go-getter, nigga, being down never fazed us
Used to get it off the RAZR
I'm a pioneer in the A, sir, don't be fooled by this blazer
Send
didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
a different night (night)
With you right by my side
You mix the color, color, color, color, see the future bright
This here mutual, it's not usual
When I'm
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
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