Lyrics:
get it
"Take me to the Lakers Mix, so we can get wit' it"
Oh no, time for the ramble, bring a jimmy hat
'Cause I hate to gamble
Huffed 'n puffed 'n I
shit
Know what it is we keep it jumpin (gang shit)
Girls in wildin all night
Pourin up the drank we gone mix it wit da Sprite
Do it ri-ri-ri-ght
ain't goin' to hell what you even do it for?
I'm tryna get you higher than you ever been before
I'm just at the crib chillin' with your bitch and
Two
leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it.
[Chorus: x2]
Nike air bubbles on my feet, lookin' fresh,
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress.
Like and I'll show you
How to turn a four door into a coupe
Gettin' all mad at me cause
Your girl gettin' loose
Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life
that he's on
But he ain't on piss
My hitta he just called me said its 1.5 for a stick
They rap about the trap but don't get it how they live
I ain't in
movin' pieces through his crew like a king
Well I guess I'm Robin Hood, his girl is now a fiend
Swear that girl a diva, made her queen of the team
Yeah,
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
inch
It puts it down when I want, that bitch gets pretty quick
It's 2 wheels, since I was a little kid, I make my daddy proud it's in my veins like a IV
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
ain't fucking
One time for my homies I'm trusting
Without them swear shit don't function
One time my crew was buzzing
And we was judged by 12 or something
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're temporary
Violate the Juice Crew Laws and I bury
Similar to the land a piece of tranquility
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to have a limit, how low can you get it?
Seems about time to change the subject
And sing about the wise eyed girl that makes me feel good
And never do I
you got to have a limit, how low can you get it?
Seems about time to change the subject
And sing about the wise eyed girl that makes me feel good
stayed toe to toe with her vocal gymnastics. She's shocked. And she asks someone, Go get Rob. Rob walks in and she says, check this girl out and we start
to stop
And he gave me something to pop
And I mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the top
And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
they talkin' 'bout man, okay
I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
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