Lyrics:
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
you screaming my name up
I'm relieving ya pain
Not the reason to blame hun
I was One with the art
Withdraw a lot from the banks, But
By the Tellers
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
think I'm an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I'm an addict, try to talk me down and I won't have it
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I'm gone
a parking lot at metropolis
I'm always care for which whip to choose
No evidence for getting choose
If breaking bars was against the rules
I know every day I
the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way
that ain't love
That ain't motherfucking love
Sir Mix a lot ain't done shit for me
Ain't no famous rappers out here
Making shit for the streets
My
Im allat uhh
Mix the shit
Then i operate like im allat uhh
All the plays that i called
Look where my balls at uhh
I should be hall of fame to a lot
Sir Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma
players
Wake up, fix my messy hair
I turn on the record player
Instead of the morning paper
I open the rolling papers
I'm smoking like fuck the neighbors
and the devils a lot closer
When the Freedom Riders approach them, their appetite is vulturous
Soldiers of fortune ain't never no match for soldiers of culture
for my brothers
Franchise player; I ain't never envied another
I like G-Wagen movin'
Prescription drug consumin' so I feel less human
Yes, sir
Me
My lyrics baking soda and my flow is like a wrist
Now mix it with a beat now we got ourself a hit
Now don't get it confused I got lots of shit
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
bitch-choking
Young player from Oakland
I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing?
AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith & Wessons
You got the audacity to false claim
at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too
They sing along cause my song bumps
On the mix tapes that you made, yet and still you try to player
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
wearing a wire
Play with paper You'll expire
Don't go by Sir bitch call me Sire
Javon the the CEO I'm the Empire
GVM Billionaire taking us higher
Now we're
Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look
to fuck, with her friend over there
Put my dick away and go holla like player
I ain't never have one bitch, I need two when I fuck
I don't cum quick
When
sippin'
Southside steppin', I'm player made
I pour up a four, mix it with Minute Maid
If it's drama you want, we pull up where you stay
I ain't callin'
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