Lyrics:
would day
I think it's funny how your friends won't support you til your celebrated by strangers, but they guick to go and tell the world that you
How's man's op gonna say link me at 6 o clock
Got to the spot 5:30, let the ting of at 6:01
That's another pagan gone
Having an amazing run
Out here
The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass
We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager hump
We rap renegades, must stay paid
Get money (get money), get
even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you
by your lovesick ghost
I'm being wanted at least now I know
I'm being haunted by your lovesick ghost
Saw you the other day
Coming my way
You said
dead by daylight sheddin tears in the grey night
Come on let me give up the ghost bury me six feet below
You got me dead by daylight bled my grey night
your eyes open
Infect every body mass destruction
Timeline of lies
Delivered prepped for your assumption
Forget the ghosts of times past twenty twenties
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
with the perfect alignment
Watch dogs hacking my mind to be the perfect assignment
Kill section six
Sometimes I wish I didn't get them in the mix
Like
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
I'm talking big shit
I'm tryin' to make 100 a hundred million when I'm 25
Not when I'm 25, but by the time I'm 25
I'm drivin' in a Ghost
Everyday is
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
She want me to re-mix this dope shit
She want me to re-mix this dope shit
She want me to re-mix this dope shit
She want me to re-mix this dope
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
the Lam', then I hop in a Ghost
(In a Ghost)
I'm posted up on that block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
(Let it go)
I'm right
gangster movies with big guns
And mix up jealousy when I get love
Ghosts on my girl's lips every time I kiss them
Still know it doesn't mean shit to get my
why niggas be mad at me
Im tryna add up tha salary
Hop in tha wip get ghost
Hop out wit sticks and blow
Zip pack mix soles
Dis ah lil fifty for ya fit
just watchin' Page
We grabbin' all the different Glocks
It's time to fix it, five
That shit a ghost man
So we took five-six and six-six
So where
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
brethren
But sunny days when they parlay
Get killed when they get to steppin'
Member the weapon's close
And the doctor said
I need time to myself
fillers, we creep like caterpillars
Love razors, dirty guns with a few dead bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense, six
of me
When I'm buried six feet beneath
You'll be haunted by the ghost of me
By the ghost of me
I miss every word you say
As I'm laying in this lonely
(met ghosts)
You know they don't want to keep you close (no)
Won't get through life without saying goodbye (goodbye)
As long as at the end of each day
sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth
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