Lyrics:
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
go and get yourself a decent job, couldn't you?
EX-LEPER
Look, sir, my family has been in begging six generations. I'm not about
to become
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
[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
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
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
between people working out and people havin' sex.
Sir, what's your name?
[Man]:
Hi, how ya doin'? My name's Gregory Miner.
[Adam Sandler]:
Oh terrific. My
changing your view
I'm speaking history, yes sir, this ain't nothing new
We can't repeat the stupid shit that they're making us do
A lot of times in my
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
exhale smoke thru my window . I still got a whole lot weed .
Sold my soul and I did not know Something has a hold over meeee
Late at night when
got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
Fuckin wit that
Get yo ass robbed
Wit them fake percocets
In Terry heights
Wit a view of the crest
Yes UPS that's my current address
Yes sir my name is
call him peg leg
He said he want some more
He like my third leg
We fuckin in the kitchen
He like that cake mix
You're in your feelings about him
Bitch
something
Paranoia, turn my stomach, H1 Hummer, rough and rugged
Desert camo truck to the front, shirt unbuttoned, seat adjusted
One hundred miles per
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my
don't wanna make a scene
But let me tell you something about my cool team
We beat Duluth on point uni
'Cause Eauzone's got better community
So many teams
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
the weather like in Seattle?
[ Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
All my ex's, eat this one
(You can have her)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona
a lot of money now I'm getting money tenfold
Benzo parked up in the lot I'm talking benzo, Lorenzo
Stacking up but I still write my lyrics with a pencil
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