Lyrics:
seven-nine three one one)
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[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
From da cradle to da grave Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY / Chorus You gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit
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
Man she been drinkin' all night
She got that feelin' feelin'
She make me wanna throw this money
From the ceiling ceiling
I'ma need that jager bomb
The Riviera skated, my interior's the shit
Fifteens humping, dropped the top some more
Counting my dough, purchased two fifty of some bomb indo
Floss through
nigga DA
Rockin' tours and we still young boys
We got bitches (what?), they got some bomb-ass lips
She used to put 'em on this bomb-ass dick
She
why not on
God Gave me endurance so Im Always Takn a lot on
Can't fwu if u ain't on what I'm on Sir
Got trust issues move wrong im Might bomb first
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
Stop selling them phones
That's wired to the federal government
Das what I'ma tell yah
Okay have a good day sir
Nah fuck a good day
Ayo my uhh lil
the love of rap money
Rock gully, high cop that bag of bomb
This grown man talk, I could bag ya mom
Watch and learn, block got lots of germ
Straight like
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
bomb off the bed into a fine dime
In my mind I'm just tryna smoke the finest
And get high sticking bad hyenas in vagina's
I'm the fliest when it come
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Hoes-
Might Wipe His Nose for Tryna plot. Get da Drop Early Mornin Evil Twin swing by Ya Spot
Call da guys - Dey gone pullup Quick 2 Hop out Like da
like my boy Saint Nick
Cranberry mix with the great goo spiff
Put it in the air, nigga light that shit
Baby girl bring a few friends back
You fuckin with
Multiply that number by ten
You get a lot of answers
When you want a dildo in their ass
That's not for me
Boy sit down have a seat
Then add a wink I see your
a reason to fear, my guerilla tactic
There's a lot one can do with a little bit of know-how
Like mix the right chemical compound to make a building blow
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
ingredient that we
Haven't gotten yet!
We merely need a human soul!
Mix it in the bowl!
Don't try this at home, kiddos!
Luckily we have a human on hand
heat bars bazooka set a bomb mix up lirikal assassin
Pembunuh bersiri ku dilabel
Undefeated ku defeat em venemous kill em all in
Yes sir yes sir pecut
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