Lyrics:
[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
woadie' my broadie' get shot broad day
He gon' cut em' by piece turn that boy to fillet
They done filled em' with 9 put them shots in his face
Extravagant
Rapping a piece of cake, did it all in one breathe
Kicked out of the place, hold a glock, selling meth
Hit you with the K, now my boys take the pressure
You
Maven (Nicasso) yeah, uh yah
A lot of people wonder why I'm so obnoxious
Like, why does SpongeBob have to yell so much
It's because deep down, I'm
lame
Had to hop up out that mix they tell myself to keep me sane
That boy drowning in his pain and somehow I'm still to blame
Why you looking helping
Used to call me boy when they boycotted
Now they call me sir
'cause they're searching it, uh
I die for this, I burn for this
'Bout to make headlines like
money to slum kids, kings will pillows
Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters
Take money suitcases, bracelets and cake mix
Come out the hole, this is
pillows
Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters
Take money suitcases, bracelets and cake mix
Come out the hole, this is weight flix
So much bread, we build
More, more, more weight
No, no, no hate
More, more, more cake
No, no, no breaks
Ya I been soaring like an eagle ya
Ima teach you to how to get rid
mix wit these niggas they flip flop
Your cake not going up cause the stove off
Four plates I had one cooking oats dawg
(Thats code for)
Concrete jungle
get down
I need all that money
I need all that money
I need all that money
I need all that money, Yes sir
Yeah, it's DarQville's, Moneyville
Mission
'bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot of things, I ain't never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same
Wanna buy the whole world but this shit cost a fee
In the war zone stay head strong shit not for the weak
Activist or wocky mix purple and pink
Had me
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
a lot of cheat codes
So ya boy never lose
What you know about Family Matters?
Or Double Dare?
Rocko's Modern Life?
Scholastic book fairs?
Pete and Pete?
Yeah
Wolfpak Collective
Stvnna on the beat
1AM on the mix
Yah heard
Yeah
Shawty drop it down low (Drop it down!)
Keep it real disrespectful
Losing my
out that parkin' lot
Graffiti on the seat because she bleeding
I don't give a fuck, I'm greedy
I don't give you truth not worth believing
Chop
the wrong idea boy, try my turf
I seen drugs get sold
Slugs get thrown
Still in the mix like coolaid in punch bowls
I'm rich at all times I don't blow my cake
Blaine
All my old friends don't ride no more
All my new friends are still at stake
All my heartbreak's are still at score
But I need toppings on my cake
full of water, that's the cake mix
I be stretching caine like laytex
And I don't even hit the raw, that's safe sex
Got a condo and a loft for the late
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
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