Lyrics:
Dolly Madison with the Patterson, slobbin
I want a lot of, Pina Colada
Box of bon-bons, hooky fruits and glandia
Creamy, here comes the ice-cream man
You don't wanna get stretched in here
I'd break your neck
But you ain't had a neck in years
Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best
It's clear
trying very hard to come out of it.
All the animals and the man said,
"Sir please save me I'll do whatever I can do
in return of this favor and show our
Yea
J Baby
Sneaky Link
Yea
Yea
I’m tryna fuck, lemme beat it up onna low low
I know you gotta a mans but I won’t tell that’s a no no (No sir)
Be my
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
playas
Hatas saying damn how he doin' this playa
Doublin' up for me is like routine playa
I'm a go getta
Mix 'em up like I'm a deala
Man three's
Been holding alot pain
I gotta make it through this struggle
Tryna built me up some wealth
Thats why a nigga keep hustling
Im tired startling
the door locked
Lead in hand where you be-headed man
He said the old block
Next to a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn
tellin' me not to do it
Imitated by a bitch, better at the dream that you're pursuin
They know I'm at the top, but never give me my creds
You know they
made, a lot
Yes sir
And you know what's going on
Sheesh
Jesus Gang in the building you know
Had to turn up for the one time
Yeah
Sheesh
Quoiny
Yeah
one gram
I'll teach ya how to give
A white girl a suntan
Put it in that pot, 'til it get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot aye!
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your reasons man I probably got like fitty
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
Mix it with the gross cause
And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes wide shut
Money bag's on The Table, gots to get locked up
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
troubled youth would I could
Speak of troubled youth
By '92 I was skipping' school, smokin' doobies
I was brown but commonly mistaken for a mooly (Hey man
a sinning
But by the grace of God we winning
Got 'em blinded by the vision
How you flashing Iron Man
With the bank account from Wells Fargo
Murciélago so
And we want two real Miss Kitties
You gotta be out of town, man
By sundown
If you ain't bringing the real
Fake facade
Young Thang
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
think I'm Tony Stark ( I am Iron Man )
Let my professor hit the wood he said -this weed is off the charts
I wonder how u fit that in that lil piece
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
a knot
I thought about wifing that bitch
Sike
I already knew she a thot
I keep me some iron like Hogarth
I walk by myself I'm my own guard
I hit that bitch
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
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