Lyrics:
Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin'
Phone wired up, don't call back
I'm
[Chorus: x4]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)
In my life, a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose
I could make it bump like this
See, I told y'all, y'all was gonna jump like this
How you not gon' know it when it hit like this?
Ladies, drama,
We win, yes sir
We win, yes sir
And we win, yes sir
I believe that
With you by my side, together
We can touch he sky, see we win
We will be
steppin'
They don't f*** with me and they don't
Y'all b****es can't catch me and you won't
Pay your fare, fix your hair, throw that p****
A Prada for my ???,
Leaches in the covers word to mother
Leave the oil
Y'all ain't slick y'all don't know that I done payed attention to all the moves y'all been making I
Strange Music! I know ya'll see us!
Ya'll saw that Forbes list 2 years in a row, nigga, don't play!
And we still doing it!
Harder than most
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
Y'all know I got that potion
Like la da da da
And I be rolling with a hell of a clique
Drop flames, epidemics got the chemical mix
Now the catalog
to make it rotten
Well-planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggas that utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these
to reminisce
It's funny, on how shit be
A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me
But look here
I work hard for all the things I got
And to hang with
saying you seen a
Gown man pregnant before bARS
Let's get to it man philly stand up man
I know ya'll jumped on other niggas backs
Ya'll thought a lot
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
the scene, fulla tuss' and lean
With my sagging jeans, tryna bag a queen
Fuck niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mix
Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke
y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner
Ain't
and furious
Had to spit some bars just to let y’all know I'm serious
Good music is lacking and a dude like me is missing it
Lots of money to be made my niggas
Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!
[Rah Digga]
It be's the little
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
mix it with hip hop present it to disc jocks
Gift raps
And some of y'all heard O2dR's always going for the bars
and I'm sorry for the mixup
Only spirit
Blinky Blink, we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
One two, we don't stop
I know you thinkin', how many
hit
Don't get it twisted though we Definitely have the club lit and
I hear the haters
Keep it coming bro
And let me know when yall favorite Rapper get
do do it
I'm the realest in it, but y'all don't show it
But in the back of y'all mind, y'all motherfucker's know it
I'm a poet with versatility,
you niggas know how I'm stepping
It ain't shit neutral
I'm just staying out the mix
Cause the sauce gone come with some noodles
On my own time
Turn
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