Lyrics:
you had to make the sacrifice step away and put yourself first
You prepared for the breakup but on my end It took me by surprise
Fucked me up but
a prescription, got me feelin' godly
They normalize the drugs when a nigga family is zombies
What you say 'bout the Mozzy? They don't play 'bout the Mozzy (yeah)
because of you (Because of you)
When you're out in these streets
Hear the pop, pop
Hot block? Top notch
With a buckshot
When you feel defeat
Cause you got
anthem
You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians
Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I
Said, "My name's L.L. Cool, if I may introduce
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Want to mix it up, baby, want to feel you grind
weed and played the benches with me
Cause like the police you never payed attention to me
Whenever im on air you breathe none for me
Keep me a blunt with
like The Walking Dead, zombies (bang, bang)
Everyday a nigga D.I.E. (woah, ooh)
If anybody scared, get the fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with
to knock me off my shit
They say when it feels too good to be true
It probably is don’t be no fool
But I am geekin over you and I don’t know what to do
to be the boss
Hustlin', movin', punks gettin' tossed
Stop, it's cocked move back
Don't make a move or I'll drop you in your tracks
Growin', blowin',
good someone go get a camera
I feel like thor when i walk with that hammer
When you approach me you best use yo manners
My temper shorter than Tony
a massacre
And make you feel how the fire hurts
See the dungeon dragon has returned RAWRRR, look
Then I come one after the other then BLAOWW, before the hook
want you to behave
Do the same yeah they want zombies to double as slaves
Oblivious to you but the media's
Owned by a privileged few
Don't believe me
I
on your stereo (outchea)
Pon your radio
Fine girls sare yodi o
Make my boys gum body o (ahn-ahn)
Are you ready o (uh yeah)
Cos I'm steady o (ahn)
Bussing
move us both
Quiet down, let me turn on the stereo
What you mean, what are you tryna say
Tryna leave me, baby, are you crazy
What would even make that
blocka
I kno u heard me thru ur
Radio I know yuo heard
Me thru your stereo 100 chains
On wit my fitted low
Bout to kill tha game nigga here we go
And i put
toxic
I can feel it in my bronchioles
Sick spitting kid gonna send
You to the hospital
Cough I got green on my brain
Make it rain when I clock
You with
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
on a ride
[Chorus]
It's like your body's on radio I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your cd player I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby I'm your hot
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
rob me
Zedsbar in the fucking building man
You feel me
Ai Fay'd, shoutout Fay'd man
a chemical reaction
Mix it up good, touching one another cause attraction
She's feeling how i'm feeling there's no other way around it
(You'll be a star,
me
I give you one finger away for peace
I'mma take that water from Flint, and I'mma go up there to D.C
I'mma make the president drink, he wouldn't
Nothing scare me, I think my real mother is Bloody Mary
I met Virgin Mary and popped her cherry
My vision exquisite I see you clearly
I'm a mix, Manson
good nookie sweet
Nookie good enough to eat
Nookie good nookie sweet
Nookie good enough to eat
Tight nookie, right nookie
Sex me all night nookie
Make
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