Lyrics:
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
Next to the money stuffed up in the mattress
Three times is the goal like a hat trick
Shorty mix it up, she got dat puff
Feet over her head like a back
Run it up
Count it up
Dosu I don't stop
Up by 15 points I'm never running out the clock
50 brand new goals
They said dosu that all a lot and do yung
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
And in the back of the caddy got fifty pound of smally
Tryed to jack but can't catch me
I just keep that paper stacking
Always packin never slacking
damn
I know this one dude sir pukes a lot
But he still my day one brodas fo life
Chillin in the stu smokin' on my bong
Making hit slaps like Chris brown
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
bounce back like KJ
If I bring it up to Hazelwood, then that’s not play play
Lil Demario yelling May Day, May Day
Keep it real, i’m a mix between 50
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you're
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
Everyday all work no play makes Jack say
A knife to the back and an axe to the face
Everyday all work no play makes Jack say
A knife to the back and an axe
a lot x2
She tell me she want me to dig her out
U kno baby got back I'm sir mix a lot
If u run up on me den u getting shot
We can fight or u kno we can
no going back now
Tag in, going up with a crackdown
You can not catch up I know that's a fact now
Watch out
Aye, bodyrock rockout
Go Samurai Jack nigga
shit, dawg, you niggas don't know nothin', The only nigga we ever had in our motherfuckin' city, That nigga name is Sir Mix-A-Lot, But I'm not no Sir
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick
Every time I come round the corner
I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust
Jack
Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?"
Laughed and they just keep
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
for 5 jacks i need all them phones
And she gone throw the pussy back cause the dog den sold
Everything i ever did i did it by myself
266 ent bitch i
computer
And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then
And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way
Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running
Kind
Yeah
Chozeh back at it
Oh is he
New song new Chozeh
Yeah
Let's get it
Let's change it up
Ooh you heard that
What the fuck was that
Damn that was
in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being
should kick you in your huggies
Back of the line
Back of the line
Sir you've been wasting my time
Subway the way that I grind
I burn up darkness with all
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
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