Lyrics:
the mix
(Mix)
We gotta be separate
(Separate )
He made the world for us
(Us)
Trust me I ain't lying
Read II Esdras if you got the time
(Woah)
He that
to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
Clean white T Im good
Pulling up bad chick yo hood
Going up tonight
You make me wanna
Spend a little time
(Sit that ass in the middle put ya face in
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
Everything ain't hardcore you know
I can't sing but my man
I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you
You know, take the edge off, you know
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
Every now and then
I reminisce about the past
Growing up as a young man
(Those were the good ol' days)
(Good ol' days)
(Good ol')
(Good ol' days)
(Good
your head out the window, let the good times roll
There's a party goin' on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don't say
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
times
Call for weird minds
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science
Bill Nye
Spilt rhymes
Here we are all experiments of weird science
These
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
I don't play the radio no more
Do no favors no more
Gotta play what you weigh in this bitch
I ain't got shame no more
Put the medal to the floor
went by the numbers
Splish splash, got a wet jumper
Tic tac, what you have for supper
Oh that's halitosis
Laughing all the time, so they ask me what
on the string
Like I say everyday I be there fo rmy friend
Good things always come to an end
So yo
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
Radio play got man ecstatic
Fizzed up orange glue thats fantastic
My teacher from Hogwarts said it would feel like magic yeah so magic
Don't blink
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
or get some shit for free
In my inbox, sayin' what's good we gotta link (tap in with me one time)
I miss this shit
I don't miss the attention
Still
rap fake
Cause I'm
Too $hort
[ VERSE 3 ]
See, I'm fresh like always, no sweat
It's time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Aye this one goes out to my favorite gas station man
They got the drinks, they got the snacks, they got the smokes
All there all day
Big tag
motorbike types
Skateboarder whores
Watch them close them doors
Clap them hands, stomp them feet
Yeah, the more government wars
Good man, bad government,
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Man, I'd love to do that again
Those were some good times
Those were the best nights
The freedom you feel when you're learning to fly
And the song
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