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And I'm pushin' all the buttons that make you come exact
I know you recognize I'm young and I'm gifted and black
That should be enough to have you sprung
the buttons that make you come exact
I know you recognize I'm young and I'm gifted and black
That should be enough to have you sprung and fidgety in ya cat
I'm Tiger you only fed me once I ain't a liar
And I imagine heaven as a vacant lot
I've been a pretty good cat I hope they save me a spot
I'm Tiger I'm
she giving me top
Got that bitch wet so i needed a mop
45 clip mix that bitch with a glock
Double my cup when I'm sipping the wock
Call me lil droplet
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
One's for the money two's for the weed spot
Undercover cops follow me though
They need not it's like I'm Rick James
Caught in the mix rocking thick
the parkin' lot
Nonraks czan't stand Liquey
When I'm rockin' spots
No wonder
Why I get stalked a lot
I get hawked a lot
I get jocked a lot
By the gurlies
Who
(I go, I go)
I go by names, so bold from the start
(Legendary)
I do not follow the herd
I would say no to the Ark
(No sir)
It's a lot, being in touch
elites
Girl you might as well give it to me
So we look right
Givenchy is complimentary
Yacht boarding got me sprung,
That’s a sexier flex
Connection
the masochists!
Pitch black in the parking lot!
Words sprung!
Love no one!
Arizona's sunsets splatter the skyline with creamy yellow
LA's skyscrapers are greeters
I live the life of a celebrity
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats you love to see
Lil' Zane (yeah)
Can I talk to you for a minute?
I live the life of a celebrity
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats you love to see
Lil' Zane (yeah)
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Last night, I had a dream
I found myself in a desert called: CyberLand
It was hot, my canteen had sprung a leak and I was thirsty.
Out of the abyss
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
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, shit
Bangin on the gram but you really ain't like that
Drive by in a striker got to paint that bitch to matte black
FN with the beam you better aim it
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
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