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Beepers

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Bust a Rap

1990

rollin' like a Playboy beep, beep, beep
Just another page, just another freak
Cops say I'm bangin', girls say I'm slangin'
Just 'cause my black Cross

want, and buy leaf's by the sleeve
I'm outta reach, you outta touch, if I ain't top three
I'm not two
I'm not you, and I am not three
Nigga say that he

Change Gonna Come

Grand Puba

2000

1995

kill the black on black vigga
Cause it only gets us locked up or in the box quicker
And that's ain't how you get the cheese
Cause now ya locked up

many black youths locked in a box for life

I wanna go home!
It wasn't worth the sacrifice

No one knows for whom the bell tolls
Or how many souls

a mix match 

Tried to hit a lick without a black mask 
No gloves 
He influenced by the drug dealers and the thugs 
He addicted to the lifestyle 
What he

the ABC of it
right down to the XYZ of it
help me solve the mystery of it
teach me to mars

The sky is black hole
high above you
if a shooting star goes by

And damn I gotta say
I'm lovin' it
Ba-da-ba-ba-da-Bitch
What it do 
'Nuff with you
Only write with number 2's
Cause I'm the shit
I'm nice with it
You can be

of dem trucks
Jah man, for mi say, when we go a show
We sit down in a box
Say, any show we watch, it star by Silver Fox
Some of dem a model an' dem

Spinnin' it's Super Mario
The shit you say in your raps
Gets you booed every battle
How dare y'all compare to mine
But don't Barry remind us of Sanders?

girl been called for this sex
And I been balling with the windows tinted
That been installed in this Lex
Wait
Calm down I get it
Too intimidated by

the news
All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose?
Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move
Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle,

ride mix it with electric slide,
Then I hit that oh-oh make em say woah yeah that’s right you know the vibes.
Your offering cheese, partake I will yes

I'm Singin'

Biz Markie

All Samples Cleared!

1993

speaking
I'm down with blacks, whites, Indian, and Puerto Rican
I'm an African descendant, myself would have say
But I was "Booooorn in the U.S.A.!"
I

Buttermilk Biscuits (Keep on Square Dancin')

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh)

why'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
Zip the flour roll the dough
Clap your

over ya tongue
I'm like a black man in the 30s bitch I'm hung
But I'm never the one to ever brag or boast
While ya ass at work she makin' eggs and toast

platinum shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix

out a hat Ima rabbit
Rabbit rabbit Rabbit rabbit rabbit
In the pocket so I gotta grab it
She won’t the Kool John Box
She say she seen at the Shmop
Thats

juice 

Pull a pack out a hat Ima rabbit
Rabbit rabbit 
Rabbit rabbit rabbit
In the pocket so I gotta grab it 

She won't the Kool John Box
She say she

the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight
Dark skin baby Sham spittin' all in the
Mix on foul blends unhhuhhh

What ya'll niggas

It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait to weeks
I want it all, Don't say I won't
Get it girl, now

and nothing less
This is melanin
Shine with no Vaseline
Won’t say my name again ‘cause you’ll just get it wrong again
This is black excellence
I’m in my element

and concrete
A window then grows and captures the eye
It cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box

it's disabled
I whip that Rolls-Royce like I'm a sailor (whip that Rolls-Royce)
I count up so much, I bleed from paper
I keep the fan and glizzy by my

the mix of it they say all live matter
Only because devalued black lives are the factor
The system isn't broken this is all by design
One group is labeled