Lyrics:
ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
My life I'm livin', plenty fine dimes
you ever meet a thug in a by with a look eyes looking all fly
Y'all get to talking see her in a club you lock eyes real life
I could take you to the sky
of life
It's way too much to handle in one night
Live this life like there's no tomorrow
Wake up in Paris with a Russian model
Throw your hands in
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
a stick when you put up your fist
I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix, I
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
a little different (different)
I was raised by a real life (real life)
Let me show you what love is, I promise it'll change your life
I wanna kiss love,
Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
to sky and ask why
This life is one hell of a mix
It might just catch you by surprise
The lost and jealous all in search of finding hope
Knowing pain
Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
Alright now that we got that out of the way, lets double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, we're in the club
You're trying to decide whether
wasn't on the same page but in
The same book of life so I paged you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
toastin' to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga tryna pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin' in the club it's on
I wink my eye at your
My whole squad in this bitch
And they gon' stay there the whole night
I mix that shit with champagne
Been waitin' on that shit my whole life
Forever
shit's authentic, by the times I've been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in the lab, I
wasn't on the same page but in
The same book of life so I paged you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
Einstein in that I have a
Respect for life - in any form i believe in
Nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky
In everything
I can see or that there is real
a one bedroom
Well hm - it might be on
Ménage-à-trois, open la bouche, taste la bomb
Teresa's roommate walks in
6 ft 2 with a wig and a stupid-ass grin
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