Lyrics:
This is for them just in case and them can't wait
This is for all kids in the hood without a microphone,
This one's for Jamil Jahi you make my light
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
the world, then on Friday I hit the club
Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses
Niggas get to scrappin' then you hear the gats blasting
Damn, hope
Other people suck. So, you're surrounded by other people, Huey Lewis is playing. Literally, Huey Lewis, the guy he's in hell. His hell is to play fucking
FREEDOM FOR YOU, AND FOR ME
IT COULD BE JUST LIKE HUMAN RIGHT`S
OH MY FRIEND MICROPHONE
HEY , DA DA DEH, DA DA DEH
MICROPHONE, PLEASE DON`T
TAKE ME
thought y'all was talkin heavy
Oh now you want my shit well lil baby is you shittin me?
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it by
We'll make it
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
self made
Thousands in a brown strap hidden by a glizock feds wanna do a raid
I'ma enjoy my time with my bad bitch cause we upgrade
I've prayed
just right
This little country girl caught my eye
She was backstage legal stage
Hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed her by
my stash for protection
Family deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife
(Ay, yeah, Huey)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah) yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah) woo
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
microphone)
To dla niektórych
Proste jak mój nos jasne jak noc
Nie dzwoniłem nigdy do radia by usłyszeć swój głos
Nastawienie na fejm poklask zobacz
Dziś
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
a third rail
I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone
I'm not him, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
And me and sprout and hesta prynn go way back.
I'm a microphone genius, how can I explain, what goes on in my brain
You won't believe till you've seen
just simply my sleaze
as we toke through these ozones
Plant homegrown family trees
We blow endo smoke
Microphones spreadin new philosophies
As we
Hey, from the end to the intro meaning the beginning (of what?)
So I got the microphone one-two, one-two here I go again
Ready (to what?), to do
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at?
a third rail
I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone
I'm not him, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt
'Cause The Last One Alive
To Keep My Eye On The Quest
Keep My P.M.A. Together
And From Jah
I Stay Blessed
Biddy Bye Bye
Better Grab The Microphone
swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby, if you wanted me then
Pick up your microphones ha ha
Pick up your microphones
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many
of noise
That's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I gets down
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