Lyrics:
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this
[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
ain't shit to do
But then sir jinx played his mix
And you thought that shit played out in eighty six
Lookin' for my dogs
Looked up in the mirror
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
I stay out the mix I stay on my shit
Just keep the media out my businesses
Some niggas a switch them niggas is bitch
Don’t talk to them niggas they
and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
Don't start drama mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din
and squakers that
Talk a lot of ca-ca
I know a lot of chicks that
Like to call me poppa
Don't start drama, macks in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din
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
Fucking these bitches
Ain't really that serious
I just wanna do some other shit
A lot of these niggas
Be stressing bout pussy
I'm tryna go and get some
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
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...
bitch
Send my main bitch get her ass did
Don’t mix me up with this rap shit
I’m not the one that u can cap with
Say bitch what u tryna do
Jump
this)
Lobster tail with the black truffle, lots of mail in that black duffel
Mm-hmm
I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell
Sound the sir on the Mack
Gundy
Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin'
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Young money motherfucker yeah
We the shit, yeah weezy go
somebody's creation
Ever again don't
Make me nothing a lot of people
Fuck with prison surprise i'm not
One of those people but
If you wanna be stupid enough
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
caught up in my mix
'Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, b****
We don't neva eva, talk no s***
Unless we mack that s*** up, n**** you get lit
wanna get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers
Bitch we don't neva eva, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up
Nigga you get
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
Yes sir
Racci and wanita
You feel me
MACK 21
Mind yo own business
It's a lot of mother fuckers out there
That be worried about
What you doin what she
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