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it
I'm with the clique and we
Thick like fat bitches
I got the work in the pot
I got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot

Land of Hope and Glory

Madness

One Step Beyond...

1979

got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sir

as a cane (it came with a 30)
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (eat it up), but I wear my

now (brr)
I ain't tryna drive by, let's go walk 'em down
Ain't no Benz, got that pack, they kill order now

I'm still on my mission
I'm still with

homies and we straight
Yo, five plus seven, you plus them hips
Don't got a lot of time, tryna be up in ya mix, it go
Nine to five, or eleven to six, I

Baby Got Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

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

you
I'm the flyest in the room hypnotized by your features
Waiting on the blessing. I just got the answer
Looking like J-Lo when she was a dancer
I got

a lot
I'm screamin voiceless with so little choices
With so little joy got destroyed by a lot
Toyed by a lot, spoiled a lot
Nobody know this but boiled

but the times flying
I got caught red handed, now I'm white lying
Can't pay for love, so why try buy it?
How can I make the rules and not abide by

Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk

Zel finna slide

snake niggas
You see it, I want it, I got it, I take it, nigga

Ohh, nigga we don't play them games
Couple shots'll hit your top, knock out your

with your clique
Flow game crazy, I'm a lunatic
And every time I spit
I have 'em like shidd
Who That
Sir Mills, a trending topic
Ball like Lonzo
I

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah, Uh

Young nigga but I got a lot though
Ain't nobody go as hard as I go
Your main ain't fucking with my side hoe
Sexy

Baby Got Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

MTV Party to Go, Vol. 3

1993

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

And  yeah I might get you broken
Cause I see you down down down
Air craft and ma bomb be droppin

Got alot to do alot to do Got alot to do
Got alot to do

Futura is my name
And I say graffiti is where I got my fame
But it's not my fame that I'm here to claim
I wanna tell the real story about my game
Aw,

a cell but now I'm dropping
On these niggas like a tear
For the way I got that Lambo
In the back of me phantom in the front of me
Stunting on my old hoes

Ain't a Thang

Paul Wall

The Heart of a Champion

2010

by how I'm chopping blades
When I drive, I got a big cup of syrup
When I glide, I ride with a couple birds
In my life, I feel like I stand alone

streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk. 

Everyday is a new challenge
I'm a savage in my new balance
A lot

incline
Im takin the game and its been mine
It's cost me a lot just to get by
Don't care what you do, Ima get mine
I'm rollin up dope as I incline
Im takin

shit, dawg, you niggas don't know nothin', The only nigga we ever had in our motherfuckin' city, That nigga name is Sir Mix-A-Lot, But I'm not no Sir

I got zero music knowledge do not tell me how to mix yo
Yes I bought my DAW, the crack was hot garbage always freezing
Still cost less than fuckin

Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet

(ooh-whoa-ooh)

Taking off for that cash like torpedo (yeah)
And your pockets too tight just like a Speedo (ayy)
I already got a lot, what I need more for?