Lyrics:
this out to.. all the brothers,
and sisters, around the universe
It's a tune.. a tune about unity..
and peace amongst each other
And we're gonna have
And she hogs you and sister like you are two
And it's crazy how I really got through your psycho fam
But I'm not gonna go ahead and say who
Except for your
groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid
The keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people
But it's
him 'cause he's too tired to beg
He's got 9 brothers and sisters
They're brought up on their knees
It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
more, I feel bad every day
Two of them sisters in the ground but ones still in the hay
Queen corn, number one, all she had was too much fun
Queen corn,
up the nerve
I asked her how you were, and then her eyes watered
She said next week, it'll be two years since she lost her daughters
Your sister was
I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries?
Pants so skin tight man so freak like
Notch after notch in tha club on tha weeknight
Now she wanna
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
him 'cause he's too tired to beg
He's got 9 brothers and sisters
they're brought up on their knees
it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you
told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
[Intro:]
Yeah!
It's Major Pain, baby
Knahtalkinbout?
Ha, Ha
Ight, let me get serious
KOOPA!
[Chorus: x2]
I come through and show em how to do it
comes to W's you wanna shout and yell
Like what the fuck are you doing homie I don't understand it
How can you believe in free will when you ain't even
remember do you remember do you remember her
I ask my sister do you remember do you remember her
I ask my brother do you remember you remember do you
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah!
Ooo, ooo
Yeah!
2 AM and my windows down
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up, we don't let smoke out
Dealing with our demons way we best know
trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on
Is that right?
Yeah
But where you stayin at, man, what's goin' on?
Same mothafuckin'
too, her sister Keesha and Sue
Her cousins, aunts and nieces start walking in by two
Like who's trying to keep they composure now
I'm feeling it can't
the world), let me do it, let's go
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - singing]
I used to not know why haters would try so hard to hate (why they hatin baby?)
Until I
talkin' 'bout?
I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done
They wouldn't let me on stage they said I was too drunk
But it's about to be two girl, tell
aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
She dance at the house all by herself
Like she trying out for the twerk team
I got a condo on my wrist, all my cars in my sister name
All gassed now,
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