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a rapper I mix and master like a chemist
I don't imitate or mimic you won't find a single gimmick
Push beyond my limits show these people I mean business

bucks
I'm just tryna do me, they wanna fuck it up
I'm so tired of these lame niggas
When I ask these boys what's up, can't say nothing 'cause they know

to some, you're a gem
 I do not care if they call me a dork
 I'm living it up cause my times super short
 I know I got problems like seeing in blue
 Don't

up them eyes)
I woke up like it's on my mind, time to get what's mine
Hey

Woke up feeling like Master P
God got me with the hook up
Eyes been glued

of regret, I will not deal with
So I copped a thousand and one flows
A million and one hoes
Wifey wanna fuck em all with me
That's bad for relations
Ship

round trip tickets
Me and Joe Jitz about to hit 6 digits
Yo I'ma live it, you watch
Mix the hip-hop with the shooby dooby doo wop
Ollie in the who's hot,

Walk on the court 'n they pass me the ball like I'm Curry or Klay shootin' deep from the three
Get a new crib 'n they wanna pull up so ya better go

held me down
Down to drown look now
I'm ring master you're the clown
Takin the game and wearin my Crown
They see the money they get Jealous
But I could

the parks
I ain't come to play games
I just wanna play my part
Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dog
We straight Gs' then we came here to ball
(Run it up

make me laugh 

Too much sex, rock, drugs and violence 
Now I'm in the back of an ambulance 
Here's what happens if you leave it all up to chance 
You

My Chrome

Big Boi

Big Boi Presents...Got Purp?, Vol. 2

2005

to

I'm as fly as a Jordon poster, I'm leaning hair breathe
Smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic by the the time
My click find me in VIP I'm lost in

Turn the music up, we finna have a party in this bitch
Bad shawty shakin' ass and them steppas tuckin blicks
Yeah you know you wanna come and get

fights
Read between the lines
Don't make me waste mine
Zoning like no fly
Planes watching me go by
Lames don't even know why
Or how I make up my own mind

Freak Momma

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Dining Hall Classics

1993

Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g

Six Percs in my hand oh no
Oh I think this the devil hand
Mix the bus up with the hulks
Yeah I call that a devil xan
Off the rip I gamble with my life

That put me in a mood
Soon I'll stop the
Smoking flickering
More tree to help elude dealing with shit
What can I do
I'm so used to rolling up two
Getting

tick you got the messages confirmed red
So what's up gang relaxed brain palm head

It’s me again and I humbly apologize
That I’m always this stand out

I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll 

Real ones be 
Too hard to 
Come by 
No shade boy yeah 
Let um sun dry 
Truth is 
You a bitch 
Man that's no lie

the crib, you keep telling me chill but I gotta get to the bag 
Surrounded by all of these people, don't feel like talking, no I do not wanna mingle
Calling

slow then it got faster
It ain't karate but you were my master 
If you're a saint then I'm a pastor
But I'm a sinner eatin every beat you throw at me for

'm on getting you in the showers and sexercising you for hours
Why use a bench press to work on my chest when I can work my hole body out just by having sex

Look

I been through had me growing up too fast
I could tell you shit I witnessed you won’t see me as a teen
I’m spitting real because I know that some

clover
Niggas got me fucked up like acrimony
Yellow Hellcat, same color macaroni
Ass fat, so you better know I got it on me
Pussy, fuck your life up like

you facing
But see I'm thinking
If you know what I'm thinking
Why you trying to start me up
Ima get a violation
Instead man I let him keep rapping