Lyrics:
[Repeat: x2]
Dem try fi hold hold wha dem can't conquer
Rastaman no mix up with no vagavanga
They want to condemn the innocent
For crimes which
the same she
Said it happened way before we got together
But she just never
Told me when Drizzy came to
See me, he was like
"yeah it's true don't fuck with
bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
your ancestors prayed your'e the prayer that they said
He said go kill em with that smile Lil Coop but be bout yo bread
Ok now she on her way and the sky
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
(Yeah)
Yeah,
I've been findin' my own way (Yeah)
Tryna' get back to your lovin, say you ain't fallin' for nothin'
Fighting with me over dumb shit, saying
shot trying to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips
Some
Touching clouds, touching skies, with a grin
Don't even know how I'm supposed to keep it in
Cause I'm
Way up way up
Way up way up (yeah)
Way up way up
Way
the sun is up, yeah
Had to get in my bag
(Yeah)
Had to switch it up(overly serious)
Had to mix it up
Tell me baby, did you drink enough?
I can tell by your
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
on the cool
Mad at the world 'cause your money won't stack
can't rap homey don't nobody want that
Eenie meenie miney mo
Grab a ho by the throat
I'ma have
the pain
Pussy boy, you is lame
Pussy boy, we not the same
Pussy boy, snatching' your chain
I don't give a fuck what you claim
[Chorus]
I'm in the mix
You
No, we can't be friends (no, no), just back up
I walk in on 10 (ayy), I'm gassed up
Mix that with the Hen' (bravo, bravo), I act up
Think I say
but it's pretty like ya tit bags
Slip that pilly in my gin n tonic, mix that
Pick six on ya bitch with my dick slap
Snapchat, blown up pic of my ass
't chase no bitch, I let her choose
I don't mix my liquor with no juice
I wouldn't mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for
for help because I'm rising up
and they sinking
I don't fuck with fakes or snakes
No boas up on Noah's ark
Actors wanna be rappers
Seems that ya don
strippers
When I'm done it's UPS back to
The crib where I ship her
Louie V, no zipper, ball faded with clippers
Off in this old school swingin' like
It's
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
you and fuck you for life
I don't fuck with these dudes baby please get your wife
And them dusty hoes too stay the fuck way from me
I been doing my
round the way in your ride
There'll be a bullet with your name on the side
And if you don't believe what I'm tellin you, mack
When you're layin
hey, Straight to the block
Cook it up, cut it up, mix it up, straight to the block
You in tune to the sounds of Franklin,
Way before Franklin Saint
Yeah,
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
don't you know?
Oh, yeah, now, I recognize (yeah, what's up?)
The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes (fake?)
Yo, can I interest you in some
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