Lyrics:
a sailess ship that crashed into the rocks and got blow to bits a lot
A lot
A lot
A lot a lot a lot
Fuck you tie
Okay baby I
Write
Shut the fuck up
Dull
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
nuts
We in the parking lot, we doing donuts
So roll up
And smoke up
Yo so what
We grown ups
You know us
We mix a little bit of rum and soda
Yo hold up
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
street drug jive
"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my
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
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
and conquering)
Live and conquer (we're living)
Live and conquer (and conquering)
Live and conquer (We're living, living and conquering)
I'm not Sir Mix-a-Lot but
and
Hacked up left on your back stretched cutty
I'll fuck your ass up
I'll stab you into the past tense buddy
You ain't survivin' this crash
The impact will
up, we gotta talk it up
Then spark it up, then fuck, split up
Get back, make up, then stack cake up
And I'll be waitin' for you while you do makeup
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
the fly chicks hanging on our tip
Keep the girlies come with my bullwhip
All sucker DJ's I will swat
Call ill hip-hop with Mix-A-Lot
There's girls that
East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in your mouth without
to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and I'll rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock
you already know
I woke up early morning get my-self straight before I go
I bust that dutchie down the middle then I roll it up with dro
I mix that
get so bored as time goes by, I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts and I'll make myself a smoke
A bog roll and envelope
crunk)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(got that gin up in my cup)
Ladies love that I’m a devil
Mixing rap with heavy metal,
Mixing weed with my
It’s the number one smoker
Top Gun with the fire
Blowin on that kush so you
Know I get ya higher
Roll it up, light it up, pass it to kin folk
Everybody
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
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
up
Been a long day needa pour up
Pour up
Got A lot on my mind so roll up
What
Cause i'm just tryna figure this out
Fuck it level me out
Level me out
the drain
Ain't came here to play
What you wan say?
One of these days
Imma blow up like hiroshima
So sir I don't buy no plays
I don't even care if you
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