Lyrics:
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
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
mannish but don't want to take advantage
Let that vixen pass by, and look I gotta get with her
Five Footer all on her mouth like liquor, uh (like liquor,
or handle the pity
All I see is lots of titties
I know bunch of hippie chicks
That's ready to show me tricks
They doing the splits
I'm all up in the mix
the fear of becoming you to get me though college
So don't die, far away, don't die yet
I just smoke
Don't die, don't die yet, far away things take
ain't shit to do
But then sir jinx played his mix
And you thought that shit played out in eighty six
Lookin' for my dogs
Looked up in the mirror
the game
But you don't get a win unless you play in the game
Oh, you get love for it, you get hate for it
You get nothing if you
Wait for it, wait for
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
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 lifespine
Freaked one night
old block
Saying that the deal came
They asking how I get all this power
Cause I be on the grind like 24 hours
(Yes sir) 365 dream chasing for a dollar
too much
I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
I need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriend
Bet that girlfriend lonely, introduce her to my
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
generational wealth
But you don't wanna get rich you just wanna get by
That's why you stick with this bitch because she let you get high
And while you're sitting
And if you want to owe for groceries,
You're gonna get an awful lot of "No sir-ee's."
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for a dollar,
'Taint as simple
sir Too Short
Thinking about the day before
30 minutes after I rolled out
I pulled a freak took her to my house
She was hella young with a lot
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
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
for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir
Now is Kanye the most
I grew up near a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade
Where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
own man nah I don't need a teacher
Got a lot of flavors but I swear it gets sweeter
Got a lot layers peel back like chiquita
I still mix a little bit
ain't there?) and real love
It don't exist just like a reindeer (Oh)
Yes, sir i don't play no games, nigga
You know why I came here
(I don't play no
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