Lyrics:
can you
After exchanging greetings I was approached
By an ABC exec who handed me a hat
I thanked him and started to put it on when he stopped me
Trigger finger, forever ready (grah)
One man out the jungle (woo)
One machete turn you to spaghetti (uh)
One bullet, one headshot
It's sad to say it made
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
Jeezy bout them green guys
Got H-town going for the ten or fives
I'm talking cornflakes
Black inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
Say it again dog
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
New money
dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this song
Think about it AMERICA!
Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm
SAY
… ONLY PEOPLE WITH LOW NUMBERS THAT NAY SAY
DOME WANT SMOKE,
IM A NEIGHBORHOOD INCENSE BURNER
EVEN WHEN IN BED ON A LAZY DAY ITS A PAY DAY
TUNE
me, I could teach you all my ABCs
I do it like there ain't nun to it, she turn her head to her friend and say how he do it
You could try and learn my
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
say they flip packs, well
I doubt it, shit, they barely flip birds
You come to my trap and I'm out here
You can really get served
Uh, and this Glock, I
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
the air
'Cause you know it's Black Power
I'm feeling like a problem 'cause I don't fit in a box
My body feeling alien, my stomach be in knots
Black
not free you from being responsible
They say a brother gotta crooked mind
Like short sleeves up in the winter time
Mr. Nice Watch don't work it can't
We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
Our shit don't mix like yay and lukewarm water
Better make it hotter, splash ice and watch it rock up
I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
Show
A-M-G
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer
But I'm more like a dope deal sealer
I sell rap deals, not drug deals
Handin out contracts like meals
black'n'Ps
Poni Guapo a lot of cheese
Wack bitches they be stalking me
Got me thinking they want them 3s
Like a road man I give it and duck
Betting on stocks
black'n'Ps
Poni Guapo a lot of cheese
Wack bitches they be stalking me
Got me thinking they want them 3s
Like a road man I give it and duck
Betting on stocks
like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
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