Lyrics:
my way now you tell me how that sound
Hook:
I got hittas in my section (so hold up)
No hatas in my section (no love)
medicated in our section (roll
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
Yeah, yeah
By 5 minutes
By 5 minutes
5 minutes she'll be suckin' dick
By 5 minutes she'll be takin' pics
By 5 minutes she'll be on my click
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
crew
Tiki torches you
Y'all Forming to cause harm
We held hands
Y'all went no holds barred
Can't sleep
They'll kill you if you go jog
No sir
I ain't
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
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It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes made my stash grow smaller
Your
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
Gram' Sammy, we feudin' for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes
Gram' Sammy, we feudin' for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes
And you gotta play by Kinja rules / Pullman Stop! / Paperman How about my water? / Pullman Hold you hosses I come to dat Look at da chambermaid, she mighty
is your worst fear
Hook:
I don't have no time for waiting all around for
I don't really want no, hangers on my rain coat
Please sir, vultures all
passé
And I'm to rad to stay
'Cause darling, no one listens
When you've got nothing
Queer to say
Now, hang on there
Sir "Glam-A-Lot Supreme"
For where
just like watts push the juice through amps
Rap generals runnin troops in camps
Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged
No holds barred
(who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room, baby (who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room (who's bad?)
Locked eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
like, two students for a Hundi and..
go, collect money from the public people..
Will you do it?
We will, sir..
Selvam..
Shall we all go together?
No
Flood the street when the flow start
Fuck police get the coast guard
This current stream so hard
No holds barred when I barge on a boat-yard
In some
to these bitches
I'm unbothered by yall
Look how my Jello booty Switches
And you sir
You look like the ghetto movie Bitches
I'm defending my friends
Cuz I
the talking I heard its save it ...
No room for it no favorites.. none barred.. it get over head..
It's been deemed.. it's time to pay it ... No lee way...
Preach
You don't know how to run a household
Preach
You got terrible credit
Yes sir
No life insurance
You dig
No health insurance
You dig
Nigga do you even
contraband
We pick and choose our battles and places to take a stand
And ev'ry day
Sir, entrust me with a command
And ev'ry day
No
He dismisses me
the the world no Servant Purs their Sirs
With no exception with war against carriage
““
“ Chorus “
Have you ever hold grader Constent
Let ya taker self firm
wonders why I don't get someone to fuck me
Who asked you
You ain't ready for this water
He asked for my number
I said Hell no you a bum sir
I'm just kidding
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