Lyrics:
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
had faith
Grown up just like me
Fuck that
I'm trying my best
Shut the fuck up
You have a rare gem
Believe in something outside of yourself
I used it for
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
'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice where I
Don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and
Get hugs from the misses
Pounds from my brothers
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
never had a glass pint of red, it came in a casket
My fiend call me for a twenty stone, I came with a basket
I'm takin' niggas guns in the club, I came
music for the world
Whether you’re American, or Mexicano
Cubano, Chino, Dominicano
You know I can’t forget my Africanos
explain later in the story about them which
I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
The mirror was to become,
the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
High, every time that we hit up our
the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
Hot, every time that we hit up our spot
Where you at Freeco? Where you at Wu, Pede
Plug music, Plug music
She want to ride in my truck, damn
She just want to get fucked, damn
Hiding your
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
the grime Nobel peace award
Like Desmond Tutu
'Cause I stayed in school, got my degree
Even if I get a 2: 2
I've done it, time wait's for no-one
This year I
to get into night-clubs
Why don’t you stop harassing our women??
I mean, you’re still stuck in the past
‘Murder for family honor’, come on what
that I gave
Everything I had to my dreams
I'm happy and free and proud and
Confident i'm not crazy i'm free
Free from being held back by public opinion
Jumped from the porch
Hung like a horse, ones with the fours
Drunk in the Porsche, trunk full of corpse
Done with the torch
Run for the four, love for
the thought and for the theory clearly abstract
Four is for the reformation reclamation rap track
Modern mixed with classic
Mix it up mix it up
It's the fodder
by any means
Number 2 put on for your family
Number 3 make sure they know who they see uh or they know of me at least
Number 4 stay out the mix
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
I did or was to become. I shall explain
later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
this
I'm just tryna eat this damn sandwich and get through my day
4 PM in the bed, hooray
Ya made it through seven classes that you love to hate
I don't
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