Lyrics:
Yea
J Baby
Sneaky Link
Yea
Yea
I’m tryna fuck, lemme beat it up onna low low
I know you gotta a mans but I won’t tell that’s a no no (No sir)
Be my
Dolly Madison with the Patterson, slobbin
I want a lot of, Pina Colada
Box of bon-bons, hooky fruits and glandia
Creamy, here comes the ice-cream man
You don't wanna get stretched in here
I'd break your neck
But you ain't had a neck in years
Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best
It's clear
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
last one to mix
Look, so don't, don't hate me, bro
Um, I wanna thank all the, all the Double C, man
Uh, I love y'all
My nigga, shout out
to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get
by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Ain't nothin like a education
When I was locked down I
playas
Hatas saying damn how he doin' this playa
Doublin' up for me is like routine playa
I'm a go getta
Mix 'em up like I'm a deala
Man three's
Been holding alot pain
I gotta make it through this struggle
Tryna built me up some wealth
Thats why a nigga keep hustling
Im tired startling
the door locked
Lead in hand where you be-headed man
He said the old block
Next to a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn
made, a lot
Yes sir
And you know what's going on
Sheesh
Jesus Gang in the building you know
Had to turn up for the one time
Yeah
Sheesh
Quoiny
Yeah
one gram
I'll teach ya how to give
A white girl a suntan
Put it in that pot, 'til it get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot aye!
tellin' me not to do it
Imitated by a bitch, better at the dream that you're pursuin
They know I'm at the top, but never give me my creds
You know they
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
Mix it with the gross cause
And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes wide shut
Money bag's on The Table, gots to get locked up
a sinning
But by the grace of God we winning
Got 'em blinded by the vision
How you flashing Iron Man
With the bank account from Wells Fargo
Murciélago so
troubled youth would I could
Speak of troubled youth
By '92 I was skipping' school, smokin' doobies
I was brown but commonly mistaken for a mooly (Hey man
And we want two real Miss Kitties
You gotta be out of town, man
By sundown
If you ain't bringing the real
Fake facade
Young Thang
lurkin' too hard cap might get pealed
Cherry red, mix with the poison and go fill my cup
Cherry red, mix with the poison now I'm actin' up
Cherry red, mix
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
a knot
I thought about wifing that bitch
Sike
I already knew she a thot
I keep me some iron like Hogarth
I walk by myself I'm my own guard
I hit that bitch
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