SIR MIX-A-LOT

Mixin' up them grams, junkies callin' me Sir Mix-a-Lot Please leave me alone, cause you gon' die If I bend your block, it's all to get me high This shit louder than the speakers Work he just touched, now I'm servin' all The geekers My chopper throwin' temper tantrums, it be Havin' mood swings Catch you in the alley late night, like I'm Bruce Wayne Drums full of hollows, yeah, I call that Shit the Goonie Gang You don't want no problems, leave you stinkin Like a dookie stain Gettin' money in my own lane, you don't be Movin' fast Bitch talk crazy, told that ho download the Uber app Time for you to go, lil' ho, that f*ck shit I ain't doin' that Half a chicky, whole chicky, I know what to Do with that I be in the trenches with the raids and all The shootin's at Or I'm in the country with some honkies Where it's boomin' at Trappin' in a small county, you know I ain't New to that Your phone slow, your dope lousy, you ain't Really true to that I no longer need a loan, bitch, I got my Own cake Niggas lookin' miserable, cause they be in They own way Keep that f*ck shit over there, this chop Will make your bones break Box a nigga in, catch him comin' down the Wrong way Crime pace, forty cows and up, I gave my nines away Said my dope and nine of fiends fried it Took they mind away It ain't bout the money, bitch, but I ain't Got the time of day Money over bitches, only thing that I be Tryin' say Mixin' up them grams, junkies callin' me Sir Mix-a-Lot, please leave me alone, cause you gon' die If I bend your block exotic got me high This shit louder than the speakers Worky just touched, now I'm servin' all the geekers My chopper throwin temper tantrums it be havin' mood swings Catch you in the alley late night, like I'm Bruce Wayne Drum full of hollows, yeah, I call that shit the Goonie Gang You don't want no problems, leave you stankin' like a dookie stain You don't want no problems, leave you stankin' like a dookie stain