Lyrics:
bands, got hella fans
And they understood that peace of
The world is more important
You know that the shit that we
Recordin' don't ever been written
We
bitches
I got the work in the pot, got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock
saved by me
I'm lookin at her like (right)
I ain't tryna save that girl (NO SIR!)
I ain't tryna save that girl (NO SIR!)
I ain't tryna save that girl (NO
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
heads, who got shit out the gun, sir
I'm brazy, I'm so brazen, I'm "Raisin in the Sun" sir
You can catch this broad daylight, you know the kingdom come,
doing the most. But don't have a lot to show for it
Y'all don't got the drive. I stay driven. Don't gotta chauffeur it
If I ever do some shows I know
(high)
May never get rich, but I never bitch
'Cause I made it here by and by
My, my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off
Damn Derby
Yes sir! You already know what it is
It's IamDerby the motherfucking ladies man
And all you real niggas better put a hedge of protection
(How you home off a hit?)
Still up in Horizon, y'all niggas is kids
(Y'all niggas is kids)
And y'all niggas don't rap what y'all live
(Niggas don't rap
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth,
shows you know they wrapped around the block, no this aint sir mix alot we be in the mix alot, I know Brodie tryna down some he just tryna pick a opp, I
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
Yes sir, sir yes (x3)
When I pull up at the club, you know the rest
We out here, I’m a real player
And you the real square
And we don’t even care
I
I feel like Johnny Mad Dog
I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these bands, dog
You know we in this bitch, we throwin' up them grands, y'all
rhymes might've gave me a clue
So I hope you don't fold when things feeling blue
You can do a lot with winning, but please learn to lose
You never know
don't have no boss
Boy you gotta have brains if you want to be swass
And I'm swass
Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
Oh
Yes sir goin' solo in this bitch
Yeah you know I get it bumpin' actin' dumb in this bitch
Yeah I stay legit
Got the club jumpin'
& the niggas that
me)
I hate all y'all niggas (don't make me nervous)
I hate all y'all niggas (antisocial)
I hate all y'all niggas (introverted)
I hate all y'all niggas
Maybe it'll be this Sunday
Or it could even happen Monday
Don't you know it could all change one day
One day you could be in the worst state
Next day you
you messin? wit Luck, you pressin? your luck
Got lots of jewels and I ain't givin? 'em up, sho nuff
Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jerz
Come
know the heart'll fade
Lackin spines
I see through the back of minds
With your fake storytelling but I'll be diggin your plot today
Blao
Y'all don't
Let me talk to y'all niggas for a minute
Listen up, I ain't got a lot of time for this
I let you niggas know now, I ain't with the shits
I'll let you
motherfucker, keep steppin'
They don't fuck with me and they don't
Y'all bitches cant catch me and they won't
Pay your fare, fix your hair, throw that pussy
motherfucker, keep steppin'
They don't fuck with me and they don't
Y'all bitches cant catch me and they won't
Pay your fare, fix your hair, throw that pussy
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