Lyrics:
I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big hittah for the cartel
Big
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
look like water in cancun
[Verse 2]
Speed out the arena, flood out the lot,
We on El Camino soon as I put it on drive
Put you on, put it up
Live, 120
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping' at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin' it
knees, yeah (amen)
Run up that cheese, yeah (let's get it)
Loyalty, yeah (what you say?)
Loyalty, yeah (only way)
Got a lot to be thankful for, I got
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
to have fun Shake it up I’m just Wana/tryna shake it up Mix a little bit of happy Get a whole lot of Love It ain’t luck And I never feel stuck Cause I’m
a move on 'em
Hey, Hennessy with the chardonnay, mix it
I put the trees in the Garcay, twist it (whoa, yeah)
A true player smokin' purple hair
Two
a move on 'em
Hey, Hennessy with the chardonnay, mix it
I put the trees in the Garcay, twist it (whoa, yeah)
A true player smokin' purple hair
Two
skunk so that I can ease me wheezy lungs chop it up nice
cuz we don't need no chunks give me a swig of that 2 6 rum keep it mix with my cocacola this
Atleast I call it being
Got no need to creep in
Just jump right off the deep end
No other language or accent I'd rather speak Slim
Cos I follow your
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
Mix A Lot
Whatever hurt me in the past still amounts to gain
Because it taught me how to "Jump Around" this House of Pain
Now that's growth
See the plan
caught a M he got nicked
Payback man we done this for Liz
Running from the cops, left the dots at the crib
Coca in the Rex, I give it a little mix
And I
he come
Shine lyrically dope
My ability strokes the Todd Bridges of dose
A fly mix with a toast
Of my niggaz who jump (jump!)
From my side to run in
the fuck you put that trash out you didn't think it Flopped
Send over the feature and I'll jump on it like sir mix a lot
Jump In now on any beat just like
boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from the South boy
That's how
Where I'm from, chat shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen
My father was an orange man
My mother she was green
Now, with mother every Sunday to
Mass I'd proudly
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