Lyrics:
a drive-by murder your whole click
See I'm a rebel without a pulse
Cause in my neighborhood you learn not to walk
Without a nine in your draws
It's like
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
Uh
Get it back
Get it back
29B
If I jump off pray to God that money catch me
Falling for the wrong things oh
Let go of the losses and started
the parking lot, on 22's plus
It's a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain
fucker yo
Most of you are more ass than sir mix alot music video
You little homies are more fishy than the smell from a stripper pole
I'm working to get
lord eh aya yah
Tele telee
Vars:
When I'm with you sir when I'm with you Dad there's nothing scary mmmmm napoz I jump with
Getting fucked off the drugs
We don't nuck
We don't buck
We just wanna have fun
So what's up
Got a cup
Mix it up till it's done
Got a lot if you wanna
Got
Fucking with no putties Imma take their ass to god
Over under with these bitches I think I just hit the lot
Jump inside my territory this shit you
Standing here like you wouldn't believe it
I got the iron low like I'm anemic
If you ain't gang gang gang nigga beat it I'm turning pussies into
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
When I first came to town people
I was walkin' down Pennsylvania Avenue.
I heard a lot people talking 'bout the White House.
I decided I'd drop
went back to her abuser
That looser beat her to her body hit the cruiser that's true sir
If she hear this now pray for her future why do sir
Its evident
Yeah I got things wrong
No it didn't go right
To cover up my sins I smoke
And i mix liquor with sprite
Now its feelings all long
Even putting words
Early morning pilgrimage to jump on a train,
That’s before night turns to day,
Jump on the Virgin Atlantic,
Or the Cross Country,
It goes New
on they be looking for evidence
Moving lowkey but my pockets on elephant
Tell Lil bae, come by my way
Just for night jump on my face
I hold her mouth she
to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
Walk a nigga down hop out on feet
know it’s by my side when I’m in these streets
Yea I pray to God but I’m not holy
Stakk Money Hell Gang till I’m
And when it's time to refuel
Lord Jamar jump in the car, say "Back to the Rule"
It's like that y'all, you know it's as sharp as a knife
It's just a day
he come
Shine lyrically dope
My ability strokes the Todd Bridges of dose
A fly mix with a toast
Of my niggaz who jump (jump!)
From my side to run in
I need my money by today an I can't wait
2 5 2 Times 4 thats a whole brick
Old dirty
Like it raw
Tell them hold the mix
Out ere I've been juggin every
right here
That just magically appeared by the door outside
Really?
Yeah! And I mean it was pretty crazy, too.
I had a shit day at the job, with so much
Okay, okay
Wakey wakey
I'ma hit you some green eggs
Call it ham, still baking
Breaking planets
Jump out of dimensions
Like the oa, freedom mind
You
[Intro:]
Do not jump sir please whatever you do please do not jump.
Yea hi look uh, there's a guy and he's on a building, uh and he looks like he's
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