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away,
Cuddled wit an Ivy toilet,
But I'm back now,
Commits to get it on,
Not spoil it,
I'm Drink-A-Lot,
Take a jug of sumpthin' big an do my
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
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
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 South boy
That's how
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
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
have to be signed by a production company or be in a group? And he said, No, Asian women don't make it in America. No one buys from Asian women. This is
on the counter
When I go to sleep to see if you was dead or down to earth
I been smoking on a lot of kush
But I know time to time I like to mix it with the purp
I
to have fun Shake it up I’m just Wana/tryna shake it up Mix a little bit of happy Get a whole lot of Love It ain’t luck And I never feel stuck Cause I’m
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this
Motherfuck a war, that's how I feel
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
tell him, hey, sir, you can't lay there
Let a nigga run up on me
I'ma tell him, hey, sir, you can't lay there
Don't give a fuck about a bitch
I had
boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve
Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me
boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve
Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me
Yeah
Wolfpak Collective
Stvnna on the beat
1AM on the mix
Yah heard
Yeah
Shawty drop it down low (Drop it down!)
Keep it real disrespectful
Losing my
send it mix that henny and patron
In yo city causing havoc leave a message at the tone
A lot of lessons learned from only barely getting by
Now every
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
her name was Yvonne
Always talkin' about havin' fun
Once again in the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get
and he's loved by kids
Pay attention and let me tell you who Charlie Mack is
He's our homeboy from around the block
He's reguarded through the city
blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my
capessh
'08 in the trap like a beast
Nextel caught a sell when it beep
Scale hot cuttie pie on reapeat
Ran a Mix right there in the street
Drive thru In
could try to run? but it ain't no escape
(No escape)
Hang you out the window' by your legs off the firescape
(Let em' dangle)
O's in the pot? looking
experience (Whoa)
Let's see how big I can get before they start fearing it
They gon' revere this shit
Ain't gon' be nothing
Aight, watch this
I put more ice
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