Lyrics:
I was downbad on the floor
So sorry I can't let you back in the door
It's time to turn up I can't show no remorse
A lot to a little just look
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
done for you?
Our friendship meant a lot to me
Just like that, it's over dude?
Bullshit won't stay away from me
Life seems to grab me by the throat
Holds
knees, yeah (amen)
Run up that cheese, yeah (let's get it)
Loyalty, yeah (what you say?)
Loyalty, yeah (only way)
Got a lot to be thankful for, I got
out
But my cars blocked off by a snow plow
The door opened up
It was this woman's Dad
My daughter called and told me all about the shit you said
Sir
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
dance moves off my shelf
Young tamale, you're a hottie
The baddest out of Follies
Shake that cake like maraccas
Durty whine on it and mix it with
passed this shit
It's traffic, shit”
“It's a green a light!
Well fuck you and let me get by!”
Moses: “Man don't be drawin' all that attention”
Malcolm:
renamed it after him, the Mercer legacy is secure
Sure
And all he had to do was die
That's a lot less work
We oughta give it a try
Ha
Now
azz, ayy
There you go with yo bad azz, ayy
Let me hear you say oooh, aaah
Let me hear you say oooh, aaah
It's summertime in these LA streets
My far
got emotional and I'm not known to be a crier
But I feel still
And when it feel real
I take that moment in my heart and let the feels heal
To all my
my mama, so it turned me to a bastard
Only nigga feed the homeless and don't claim it on his taxes
Corona fucking up the bag, it got the streets
I afraid or what?
All these are not fake notes or stolen ones..
I earned it by selling plots... Hot Cash....
Sir.. will you tell me where this address
mix and match
My hat by elevate
This girl i got attached
Ignoring all the hate
I'm Talking only facts
I been pushing myself
To get what I want
And if
seen it once
I seen a lot of grimey shit
I keep my feelings out the mix
The fake love be so real
The real love a get you killed
Everybody makes mistakes
it's been minute but I'll be running it back
Until then let's ride like they right on our backs
They gone try to catch us we just look back and laugh
been hooked on you since before the first date
(You can count on me baby, so let my arms be your safety)
You and me, we mix just like a mix tape
Go
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
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