Lyrics:
ain't ready
c Lot of men can't deal with women of my caliber
If you can't control her, bone her, own her then you mad at her
I walk by smelling like ylang
don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say
(Mr. Franklin, step up to the mic sir)
Check
What you talkin' bout, sir? I'm just a man on this block
I've been hustlin' it for too long to be up in the box
Servin' out my mama crib for years, we
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
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
don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say
(Mr. Franklin, step up to the mic sir)
Check
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip-hop
hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world
hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world
free that I'm the dopest nigga
Coming out that northwest
It's a fact that I won't be no Sir Mix-a-lot
I'm making up the sound
That make you feel it
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
Man, Yes Sir
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
there)
I don't want to gain the whole world and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away let me hear the people say
"Mr. Franklin, step up to the mic sir
From da cradle to da grave Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY / Chorus You gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about
bitch, yeah she Jamaican
Time and time again she would bring me bud
And let me beat it up, listening to "One Love"
Off some jerk chicken, I got mo'
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
Mark: You know what it is
You know what it is? A lot of
These people are just now jumping
On the we hate Tom bandwagon
I've been hating Tom since like
And now we locked in to the end
I smile back at them with straight teeth (yes-yessir!)
'Cuz none of y'all can say you made me (no-no sir!)
It took a lot
sir
We have a war to fight, let's move along
Strong words from Lee, someone oughta hold him to it
I can't disobey direct orders
Then I'll do
for finals report sir
More or less a Forest forager
With Coors in his court
Lo Cunto De Li Cunti
In its native tongue of course
More a reader than
to draw out of this well
Our father Jacob dug it and the stories it could tell
From this well drank his children and his kettle by the score
Where is your
cooler than Dippin Dots
I dipped for a hot while but baby got back like Sir Mix-A-Lot
One tray
Fifty shots
We get the guap, while getting sloshed
I'm
humor
It's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber
Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
I been tucked away dodgin' blood
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