Lyrics:
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
Mix the crown with the molly okay
If I fuck with her body I call her a dolly
Mix the crown with the molly okay okay
Man I can't feel my legs hope
(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
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
Uhhhh huuuh
I like the way you bounce
Nah you no ain't no kitten
Tell by the way you pounce
Yeah you got that look in your eye
Tell me your
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Everybody over here's got so much hurt
Got so much anger they hoard
We done lost a gang of homeboys
A lot of people, a lot of my
you love me then lil' bae, you'll give me head
I'm in Burnett
Just watch your step
Don't mix my cup
Don't touch my bread
Yeah
In Burnett
Yeah if you
[Hook]
I can make it shine from a still night
Probably on the go, I flick the ceiling light
Twistin’ up, look like you need a little light
Mix it
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
of ya'll motherfuckers out there, y'all know it!
I'm bout to show you right here, check it out
I been reppin' heavy to all you tardy cats
While you
Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it with tricks
I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks
Niggas price bricks till dawn, if the money is long
Cats who play
he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck
own man nah I don't need a teacher
Got a lot of flavors but I swear it gets sweeter
Got a lot layers peel back like chiquita
I still mix a little bit
Then I mash out
Down on my last
I was assed out
We run it
Like it's the last down
Hit up the fast lane, go a bit faster
Sir Mix a lot, call me Grand
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah want to see me
[defari]
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If i had some gasoline
I got an uncle but he really is my cousin
We on the gulf eating oysters by the dozen
Married to the game, lord u know I love it
Hard times dollar
Ayy, live from the mix, yeah
The HK bussin' like an AK for real
This year tough, I'm tryna stay sane for real
These girls coming with the
Same-same
marrick and I catching felonies
I am not listening to what you're telling me
I am not buying the shit that you're selling me
I'm in the cut with sir duey
Rrrgh)
All I do is win, I can never take a L (No sir)
I be gettin’ to the money
You can tell just by the smell (Whoo)
Circle small, no carousel (Uh)
I keep
a harvest
Suspicious excitement in all facets
Stoked by a dinner invite from Susie
A snowshoe must be fond to share food see
I don't get a lot of meal
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