Lyrics:
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits
[Chorus: x2]
We've got to take what we want
ain't lickin' no butts
We don't want it, we don't want it
Some bitches do and some bitches don't (uh)
Ride a dick 'til he bust, shit I know I won't
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
Some day, I know I'm gonna meet the right chick
Some day, build my house brick by brick
Some day, I might be the rapper with the hits
Some day, lounging,
lay
Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew, some punks got loud
Shot gun blasts
want
This some shit that I been taught
Chef in the kitchen pinch of a salt
Stack it up tall now I'm fly as a hawk
Least two k when I need new socks
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
My niggas clean out your house
Like a roomba
Light this shit up
Like the fourth day of July
Know I be shitting on niggas
Need two ply
Live in a nest
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin' then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for
j, up in the party
Just doin' it
You must be joking, live-o
In the scene and you zoning
Rollin' with the top down
For some real fun
Summer night, Two
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
whats next
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 two weeks
I want it all, Don't say I won't
Get it
get cheese and smoke green with my guys
I'm on a green diet, I don't want no french fries
I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high
I just wanna
know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me
we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs
until we get so high
Bangers only that's that shit I live by
Don't get it wrong you knew the whole time
2 Asian women that's for Taps and I
Yin and Yang
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
motherfuckin' problems with my hood
Niggas don't want no motherfuckin' problems
[?]
Blue rag on my head with some blue Chuck T's
Pendleton Crip, blue khakis
Trynna get mumzy a house Aunty a house
Grind everyday like we never sleep in ain't catching no z's
But p's that's a different story
Yeah that's no
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
to take you shopping like a demo tape
I'll tell your brother Jack to be nimble
'Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal
You need to stop all
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