Lyrics:
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
hood, they kill for the goods
Sit back and laugh too
I'm disturbed by the past
Lot of shit had to learn fast
I've emerged from this shit, why? Cause I had
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
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
a little bit of neck
A little bit of gin, get a little bit wrecked
Send a little old text as my little ass flex
Got a little time, I won't let it go to waste
I don't know your messages on how you really feel
I don't know these signs why can't you just be for real
All these mix signals It's just way too
fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled
Me tight like a kite string
All right
Let's hear it for contestant number one
What's your
master by his name
Just go away, or else we might put you in jail.
Sir
I beg you to let me in.
I came from a far distant place to see my dearest
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
are all the hidden secret behind the masters whip
We are inclusive to this worlds pulpit mix
This mess of debt, land, theft, and racist pricks
I'll let
I pay the cost, who 'gon take it off (take it off)
I record then I ball (then I ball), I ignored a lot of calls (click, click)
You ain't talking
my coffin
Countin' me out, hopin' that I retire
Fendi, my feet, mix it with Givenchy
She want you, she want me, she see diamonds and rings
It's
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 "welcome
happiness
Record happiness
Record
Record levels of happiness
Let's go to 2 o'clock
Yeh, I think it's nice to sometimes just record happiness
Ah shit how do
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
that all you got
Try and call me Sir Camelot
I draw the sword from the stone like my name was Arthur
I draw that pill then I do it by the quarter
So slow
I think she fuckin with pop the way she rockin Christian Dior
I mix the love with the fashion call it Armani amor
She hit the mall and start cashing
diamonds in that motherfucker, look like yellow piss
Uh, glass handle, glass pot
Baby bounce back, yeah, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
Looking at my Rollie, that
Yeah, Jean Triples
SHMILLY
Let's get it
Alright
Ay
Yeah
Ay
I got the blick and it's loaded (It's loaded)
I got the blick and it's loaded (It
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
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