Lyrics:
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
comme des on my feet
I mix the Bombay with the tree
See these eyes seen a lot of things
Heart felt a lot of grief
I feel alive when I'm in these streets
And on the other side you've
got Infinite Dreams, Killers, Still Life - Harris and Murray wrote that song, debuted number twelve, got to
number six again! My
they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we
The woman said to Him sir
You have no bucket
And the well is deep
She hadn't found love in a minute
All glory go to God
Cause He don't start what He don't
Got me a sweet from Cali tho
California ting be the thorn in my Side
Catch him on a lack in the ride like Drive by
Tell a man don't waste my time
Henry
here we can not bend / Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat. / Pullman Why sure, I come to take care of dat / Chorus BUT You gotta play by
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
Chill
Light on my side as my ego becomes
A funky child with some words on my tongue
Be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose
So while I
wanted him to die
I just smoke
I hated him so bad
And the wildest of dreams can come true
How long will I pay for my mistakes
I die
I'm going mad
I die
How
Everything theses haters tryna reach I got it
Say they fixing to come and rob me I doubt it
I don’t mix up in no beef I shot him
Know a lot of people mad at me
Chill
Light on my side as my ego becomes
A funky child with some words on my tongue
Be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose
So while I
(bling)
A&W soda cream, I mix mine with codeine (lean)
That's my favorite drink (pour up), take a sip with me (let's go)
Big Five said break that shit
a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
The year's '94 and my
it
I'm with the clique and we
Thick like fat bitches
I got the work in the pot
I got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
The year's '94 and my
loyal baby and I’ll buy you another purse
They tryna trick me out my spot with another curse
God by side you won’t see me in a fucking hearse 
It’s only
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
tell her cuz
I got two other girls tryna get my buzz
I mix it with the cuss and fuzz
Ask my cuz he know a lot
He just tryna play cuz he got that sauce
caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin'
God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin'
God got me, woke me up, took
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
and I'm killing this shit
Nirvana and floyd bitch I'm murdering shit
Enjoy me some thrills I be pouring the mix
It's Jordan and Prada that stay on my fit
we now get to build
For once in your life, take a stand with pride
I don't understand how you stand to the side
I'll keep all my plans
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