Lyrics:
admit
Noddin off by half past six
Yu a racist I smoke mix
Drugs left me with half my wits
Catch me walkin round on some faggot shit
But somehow I'm still
for his own good
Mortified by never love and only lust
In Romans it was written
For Creation
I judge to be light
I was muttering about you
Push you
love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
That it's a feast for the eyes, a low blow to purpose
And I'm
qualify nigga
To bail in like SuperFly
I wanna get that, cop that, buy that, drive that
You want it too but don't know where to start at
Fuckin' with
cooler than Dippin Dots
I dipped for a hot while but baby got back like Sir Mix-A-Lot
One tray
Fifty shots
We get the guap, while getting sloshed
I'm
of the land!”
Doc: “Don’t ask a girl on a date like that! She would think that you were in heat!
Jerry: “Any last words, sir?”
Doc: “It’s a twosome or nosome!
thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want to big freak, fat
I'm trippin'
Whole lot of women, they all say that I'm different (yeah, damn)
Fitted to my toes, I like bank rolls
Bitch you need speed it up, you
got a lot of thug in me (maybe it's the thug in me) (in me)
That I wanna put in you (put in you)
A thug nigga like me (yeah)
I need a thug lady like
rice with you
Ooh, shiny car shiny I like it, I like it a lot
You see these rims flickin' on my car?
(You like, you like)
Buyin' the freshest clothes
fuckin' with me, then it's mandatory
Got a lot of more shit in my inventory
But we can't have a future
Bitch, you ain't Lori
If I feel disrespected, then it
out of canada
King of the north with a hook
Now you cold,
Bars clicking like it's browse mode
Fuck you rappers and your hand outs
Dont accept
like independence and ownership
(yeah)
It'll smell like a table set before us
In the presence of our enemies (Yes, sir)
What you know about freedom,
love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
That it's a feast for the eyes, a low blow to purpose
And I'm
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
with self love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
that its a feast for the eyes - a low blow to purpose
And I'm
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Mixin' up them grams, junkies callin' me Sir Mix-a-Lot
Please leave me alone, cause you gon' die If I bend your block exotic got me high
This shit
they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we
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
what I want I
Would buy a house by the water
I would relax with the awning up
I would mix drinks wit coconut
If I could have what I want
I'd find a love
my trunk, more like ten bags what you want
Gorilla or Skunk, Thunderfuck, let diesel flow by the pump bitch
We blowing loud in the function
Smoke
Let us pray
King conqueror (yes, sir), good author (for the king)
Promise, we good forever (every day)
However (make it go), it happens (away)
to pay me this back..
Just keep it..
Sir..
May you and your family live long..
Mmm.. What?
It seems like the father..
had gotten some advice from
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