Verse 1: sir mix-a-lot You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not about the...
I've been watching you Thinking that we should be together I sit and dream about...
It's only friction that causes all the sparks - they come between us and blow...
[too $hort] It's that high The pussy's just like dope It's that dope Even, if,...
They're polishing the government Resembles a last waltz We are the playthings We are the...
You appear like raindrops And live like you sink through...
Tonight at tweleve we change ourselves Froget this world we...
Streetlights look like ribs on my block... I can forget......
i'll find a cave for you for you to run...
Can I just be something... somewhere in your room... that...
It's funny how things work out, The ones we need...
I'll be by the front door... we'll leave when you...
Pull your arms up around your knees And hide out...
I can speak when I want to employ my voice...