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The (Peek-A-Boo) Game

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

tips, while you cause some pain
Hundred dollar bills, pot bellies on the prowl
Pick up your shirt to work is fly but foul
A nympho, I don't know but she

inside I'm feeling numb
I really do repent for living life by the gun
Giving thanks because you sent your only begotten son
To pay for the all the sins

fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take

a dad
I just be playin' my role
I'm on that path cannot afford to fold
This shit to me never get old
I am Batman because I'm brave and bold
All my

the things I seen then you won't show me
Because we seen it all
Could never dream it off
But watch me tee it off
I got a queen involved, uh
Inspired by her

Caine House

Do or Die

Headz or Tailz

1998

sells
Gang signs that's maile
Seventy two hours incarcerated
All because my hood floss bloody body's
On the pavement
That playa hater shit
Is what

I'm sorry for the sweat, I'm sorry for the tears 
And I'm sorry for the same shit year after year
But it isn't all me, it's kind of you too
The way you

the angels come imma keep on fighting 

Knight of peace an kindness 
Guided by what I've done 

Hit the vaporizer then I fly till I can't stand up 
Silent like

for the circus lights
These demons never worked for Christ
Ain't fucking with no churches
We was all about that murder life
Samurai, murk you like you

eighteen and I got it all figured it out
You are what you eat I'm feeling mad cocky right now 
Just talking out my mouth never did it for a clout
Because I'm

dirt up on my name
Do you understand my pain 
Just to mix it with tha drank
They all called me lame
I did it for tha gang 
Was standing in tha rain
But

at all
I was taking just you down, but now I take you malls
Right now  I guess it’s your call n shit
I guess I’ll buy all of it
Because it’s the fall n

to the city, I turn the lights on in the building,
I mix and master all my feelings, drop that shit and make a killing uh
K I N G H E K T I C
You know the name

the kid
In my will, andre and bruno tell you what to do with it
Probably won't have much cash saved
All I know how to do is spew shit
And the game don't

It's Good to Be Here

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers

might have a picture of truth, but he framed it
You can disagree with history, but can't change it
So, now I mix a little Augustin with Dubois
A little

party
I just mix it all wit my Bacardi
I be looking for the great escape
But I can't really seem to find a Way
And every time I try to get away
Like

Forever Ill

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

the only reason that they bumpin' your shit while they sit up and nod
Who the fuck you think you kiddin' bro?
You think you're fly because you gettin'

Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap

prolly won't make it past dis day

22 shots up innis clip like emmit smith or  Rudy gay
I grab my sprite i mix it Up you think I'm gon off purple rain
You

Jane by my side, I keep my rhymes tight
She keeps me going all night, toke it up to take flight
Pass it to the left and just slide to the right
With my

clip
Niggas is small, my task is educate y'all
Can you stop selling crack cause
Negro that takes balls
I'm on that road called freedom
Seldom traveled by

you don't got any skill


Verse 2, by now you 'oughtta know me
No discrimination here
All of you can blow me
I'll punch you in the balls or your ovaries

world
None of it can stop you 
Already  thugs in world 
So don't try to fit in with em 
Cuz It's gone drop ya 
Because you smart  talented handsome 
You