Lyrics:
stash
Try and fight with me, imma fight back
I can't even rap I am high than a bitch
A tab on my tongue take my mind for a trip
I just got a pack that
streets
Ayyo snoop, I used to kick up dope, ride with n****s
Know about the hits, hang with killas
Take the broads down for jailhouse visits
Keep my
Mix it up
Mix it up with the stuff
Mix it up in my cup
Mix it up for the rush
Yeah
Mix it up in my stuff
Mix it up for the rush
When ya when ya
Fly
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
got birds but this ain't hollister
Red bottoms virgins this ain't polish sir
Know we got bands don't count my pockets bruh
Now they treat me like I'm
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
Versatility is my bag tricks
Take all the talent into one mix
Like Felix you know imma fix
Don’t involve myself with no conflicts
All the good days I still
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
the best
That's my new motive in this bitch
Stash a whole one near my scrotum
Russian on me that's a blitz
They always told me take a risk
So I'm smart
other rappers, man, they got the gall
To even think they on my level
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir
Yeah I got a lot, got a lot up on my mind
Deep emotions, different potions, all thru the night
Mix it up, wash it back, yeah I'll be alright
Pass it
busy
Do this for God and everyone with me
A lot of y'all gon' fall to treason
How y'all be speaking without a reason
God's got my back, no need to get
with the Pucker's
Never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like
Jackie Chan, Rush Hour, chris Tucker
Lot of rappers talk the talk
But they be hella
cheddar
I don't like it when they take my taxes
Don't you touch what ain't yours
I don't like it when they take my taxes
Uh
Just a white kid with a lot
my life, a lot, and things could have been so much worse for me. I did have the generosity of people that try to keep me safe. There's a story my
Mix it with the hash, take a puff and pass (Yes)
Go and bounce that ass, go and bounce that ass (Mhm)
Loan paper cash is through that nigga's stash
Keith (nope)
Money on my mind (ha)
Acid by the liter
Shawty in her thong, walk around like she Lita
Gotta get the bag, secure the bag, then roll
This is all I really know, oh
Go to take what got and you go to double up, in the pot got to mix a lot sir mix a lot
If I had another way id take that
(Ghost)
I burn bread I ain't talkin' toast, nigga (no)
Whole team of killas I'm the coach, nigga (yeah)
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes,
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
ordering that 306
Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me
Your bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song
Singing like they were for her, but they
Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I
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