Lyrics:
boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from the South boy
That's how
Dogg on the Za,p mayne
You wouldn't know about it, nigga, it's a Bay thang
Dope era, beast mode
Candy paint, Zenus and Vogues (yes sir)
More deals
bite
Meet me upstairs
And promise not to tell
Because that will not be fair
I'm happy that you're here
A lot of days have passed on by
It wasn't till
Have your face looking like abstract artwork real colorful and angular
Have her like oh man thank you sir
Make her feel like cotton candy clouds
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Multiply that number by ten
You get a lot of answers
When you want a dildo in their ass
That's not for me
Boy sit down have a seat
Then add a wink I see your
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
come and get candid kiss the candy
No claps, can't stand me if I offend he
You can't be saved by the skin on your teeth
But the skin on your friend
Could
fiends beep me when they need some rocks
Add 20 subtract the top
I'm pimping hard in the parking lot
Screens fall when I lean in the truck
Candy paint,
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
fallin'-off
It's really far fetched!
I turn a little to a lot I make it stretch!
In come the Franklyn's!
Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crack house!
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
shit for real
Just like method acting
A lot of rappers slacking
So it's only right I make a lane
And pass em
I won't get caught up in the mix
I just
ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a drop
Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause that hoe wanted a rock
Niggaz better stick
and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
but I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream
now
down grippin' wood
Keepin these motherfuckin' bitches
Callin' nigga
I used to be the small nigga
Now I'm candy crawlin' nigga
Bag ain't right catch you
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
a soda pop (Pop)
In my seat, mood meek, don't wanna stir the pot (Pot)
Ice, up and down my watch
(I'm nice) I like big butts like Sir Mix-A-Lot
Bringing
you can't fit
If you ain't bringing shit to the mix, gotta dip
Next we got our muscle up
Test it if you want or if you dumb enough
I'm sauced down
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