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Attack on the Stars

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

almost hip gettin' curious
Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue
Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover
But the gold on the wheels

on the floor
Fly fly to the sky
I want you get so high
Make me smile hold me tight our family will never die
Don't be shy hips don't lie shake your body we run

Harley
Shawty playing nice till she act naughty
Bring it back, spin around on the table now
Mix things up like a DJ when i come around
Right by my side,

But I'm with the shit
No Smith and Wesson my hip
Cookin up bars in the mix
Hop in the coupe and we gon' do the dash
Broke niggas that be talkin' bout

more
Everyone on the floor
Fly fly to the sky
I want you get so high
Make me smile hold me tight our family will never die
Don't be shy hips don't lie

Play That Beat Mr. DJ

Whiz Kid & YSL

Tommy Boy's Greatest Beats 1981-1996 [Box Set]

1998

on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat

Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats

Request + Line [Track Masters Remix]

The Black Eyed Peas

Request Line [Australia]

2001

on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
Cause the DJ grab

inflation is a drug
Cuz they know inflation is a drug
Inflation is a drug
Meaning through the meaning gotta stop
Meant to say I need you I don't care
Mix

eigths or they fifths
i'm a light wait oil and water don't mix
that's only said as of late but in the beginning there was an abyss
in other words something

Its all hip-hop you don't gotta count it
Follow my lead past the velvet rope
Standing on tables, Rosé in a choke
Hot summer nights blowing through

down say what

Don't call it hip-hop
Because it really isn't
If you listen, it's similar
But just a little different
Rhythmically delivered lyrics over

inside you
While people swimmin' by you

You grippin' my back
Are you bout to come I know you finna lie
Hold up, I go hard, I go hard
I'm the dumbest

Your

Pam Grier
The man's here, there's no fear
Came through with no tears (Wah) i don't cry
Matter fact, I don't lie like a bedside
To tell the truth
Then I

One shot for all of my woes[00:14.90]One more for my hoes and show offs[00:16.49]You standing too close[00:17.42]Two shots now you're

Ain't gon' miss you by the cent All these hoes just play pretend
I try to say, forgive me for my honesty You don't even see the darkness within
It's like,

thru all the fake oh yeah don't lie to me
Can't get inside told em come with me
Mix the good with the bad and you end up with me
(Uh, uh)
Real spill, big

stay low key
I be lower than the lowest
A poet supposed to show it off
I don't need an ego
To beat all these freakin' know it alls
C note stackin
Steelo

a crime
That Bonnie and Clyde that shit I’ll let slide
Two clips I let fly my bitch down to ride
Don’t dip unless i dip by her side
So don’t you tell a lie

and runtz Ima mix it 

Verse 1: 
Slide down the ave I hop out take a picture, just gelato and runtz ima mix it 
Learning yo body don't need no descriptions

homies and we straight
Yo, five plus seven, you plus them hips
Don't got a lot of time, tryna be up in ya mix, it go
Nine to five, or eleven to six, I've

don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop

This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline

got some love but you gonn hold it
Whole time I'm looking at you you don't show it
I been out the mix but you still posted
Action speak louder than

State of Grace

Talib Kweli

Gravitas

2014

is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found

So we gon' throw it in the mix and turn it up
Make people flixin' when my rhyme passes my lips
And to your ear know it's the shit

Don't even trip