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say it don't got no love up in me
Dead body left a whole lot
Of blood in the streets lot of dog
Lot of glass that we flood in the streets
And it don't

Mixin' up them grams, junkies callin' me Sir Mix-a-Lot
Please leave me alone, cause you gon' die If I bend your block exotic got me  high
This shit

getting lifted the white sir smoke alot straight getting splifted

Verse 3
I walked in swinging laughing and singing intoxicated and slightly faded
the Room

at 
I’m justtryna get my a** back 
Front that boy a half a brick 
And told him bring the bread back   
Sir I mix a lot of lean my chopper 
Baby got back

We make fire on fire on fire on fire, that's how we spending our day, baby
Lined 'em up, one by one then I sped off in a 4x4
It's a homicide, you

Your big booty
In motion
You make me
Wanna jump on it
How much booty you got? A lot
See how many singles i got? A lot
How much money you want? A lot
Then

wrapped up in my arms
Let's take it right back
Sunset parking lot
I just really like you a lot
And you felt the same way
I don't really talk a lot
But you

keep toughen, like the cbita man,
If you mix it up, imma fuck you up,
Like Hennessy and Seagram's gin,

Used to toss and turn, in my sleep,
Thinking bout

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

(Ooo)
Toxic topics won't get by so get my
Sick mind wrapped up with a twist tie
It's a Vagabond, Misterwives (Yah)
Volcanic mannerisms in a throwback alma

kins
Actions I heard just coming out Your neck

Change the way I flip it
Stack ah dollar double tax
Posted by the dead end
Stepping in sum air max
Said

I’ma live it up only got one life
Cup full of dirty gotta mix it with the Sprite
Its okay I’m good
Don’t know if he is
We’ll be okay by the end

Do It Like Me

Skepta

Doin' It Again

2011

walking, talking trynna' do it like me
No you don't do it like me

I know a lot of man that think they do it like me
I know a lot of man that think they

Takes hard work and patience
Yeah
Takes hard work and patience
Listen

Takes hard work and patience
Stay your course don't change it
Lot of blood

"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"

Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore

"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"

Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore

Rudeboy Salute

Buju Banton

Terror Squad

1999

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,

got back 
Sir mix a lot old shit 
Let me introduce myself 
If u do not know Fix
Money by any means my squad Hoe
Muddy Kup Gang what I be on Tho 
Baby

got back 
Sir mix a lot old shit 
Let me introduce myself 
If u do not know Fix
Money by any means my squad Hoe
Muddy Kup Gang what I be on Tho 
Baby

on the low key
Lies poppin my buzz feed 
And some dirty broads thats nasty
Dont take much to keep it classy 
But it takes a lot to get past me
And i dont put

and it's got to come out
So I went downtown
There's a lot of people there
They was-a really having a ball
And I felt so good yes, I felt so good
Yes, I felt

Man U Luv Ta Hate

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's

sir, yes sir, yes sir
They know that I'm the main topic, you talkin' that nonsense, then throw it away

I saw that foreign ass girl in the parking lot

funny
It’s not lucky
And it’s sunny
A lot of money
It’s not funny
It’s not lucky
And it’s sunny
Yes Sir
I went dumb on this
For real, for real
Yeah, this