Lyrics:
Cadillac Break Down, It's Too Much
I Will Shock Your Mind In A New Star Stutz
And If A Stutz Break Down, I Make Another Choice
I Will Dull My Grill In A New
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
Mix)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I'm scannin the court, holdin the fort
Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort
More real estate, keep my posse runnin
Shed Life feels different here
Wake up at Night and I Can't see clear
It Goes by faster Every Year
New Theory coming So soon i feel like Oghu
is a vice grip (unh)
He who has the gold makes the rules
So I best not hear the silence (shh)
There ain't enough hazmats
Or gas masks
To help the cat
deadmans
Ask about me down in the streets
You know my name gon ring a bell
I gotta make bread and get to the top
fore I end up in a cell
can't have no
I/Elevate
too KOO, too KOO
Elevate
Ain't what you want from me?
I elevate, ay
I hate hate
She said: you might have to grab me by my waist
You might
to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up
to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up
(Got my girl on the FaceTime)
Abstract Liquid Records
Please do that dance on the camera (aye)
I'mma smoke weed, watch Atlanta (aye)
Mix it up, crush
[Krayzie: x2]
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-you-G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Gotti Lennon
And you gon' respect my mind, and my sign, and my emblem
You got money on your mind and we're aiming at your temple
Check me out or just
drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans
deaths
More gats in the forecast
Gotta even up the score fast
So a fourteen year old
Show up to your doorstep
With the big mac in his hand
Like he Door
the gold chance
Gold soul theory in my mother fuckin' mind tho
Always was distracted by the rhinestones and fine hoes
Look inside myself just to find gold
Left, right, left
Step-by-step
I lay my heart out, mind in
Kept my breath
Left, right, left
Step-by-step
They take one soul, two souls
I lend mine
the same Arenas
That fowl play shit won't fly with us, gotta standout character, diamond rough
A different kinda cut, make it clear to you your time is up
wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Yeah yeah
Come on
In the mix
Baby we can make it
If
is in my spread
My output of rhymes tells you
Not to fuck with me
My input is deadly, don't test me
I'll light your ass up like
The Fourth of July
Yea i up next, hear i up next
In these streets best you stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
decent
Brush the dirt off, I'm the clean kid
Takes more than one try
Cut through walls, let the blood dry
One phone call, change your mind
I'll be gone by
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
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