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Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game?
You slippin you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked
For yo life over your emotions
[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
on the spot Bitch
You already know that a nigga like me
Boy you know that we hot bitch
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
You know me I don't even
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again
I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame? I don't really know
But my game's so tight I
Think I'm gonna go
Families get destroyed
By the Old Man
Half the time they don't even hear him
Other Half they let him in
Old man
Old man
Laying in ya' grave
Tryna
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this
[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
before their time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's
likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a chauffeur
Going broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style bitch
But
only thing that brighten my mood (Yes sir)
If you had a million you would feel good too (So good)
Never ever cheated but don't play by the rules (Hell
The Train, Take The Train
Can't, Won't, Don't Stop Rockin' To The Rhythm
Cause I Get Down, Cause I Get Down, Cause I Get Down
Ladies Who Don't Know My Name
flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespan
Freaked one night
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe
Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While
the bitch was flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespan
Freaked
young shot-caller
Now how many playas get to live they dream
Come up in the game and get to start some of that green
Know what I mean, if you's a hustler,
all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm
tryna be all in the mix
But you ain't never been down with the shit's
Them things still on, what they going for?
I'm heavy in a couple cities
Don't tell
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
I ain't even with the games
4 iced-out chains
I'm switching lanes
Shawty giving me brain
I don't even know her name
But I put the pound game on her
her games with someone else
He thinks and smokes
But all he's got time to do now is smoke
The woman is a threat, sir
She's got unpublished manuscripts
Officer, sir you must be jokin'
That was a cigarette I was smokin'
ATL's the place
559 parking lot was the scene
Smoking big green with a bitch named Vicki
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