Tradução: Dos-Mix. Sólo Comunicación.
scene one mo' time! With my man kirk gowdy on the mix And my man funky owl in the mix And my man frank nitti on the mix While the chubbster in the mix
piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back (White-black) And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that Shit we might just fight
the pound key after each entry) [Sir Mix-A-Lot] I'm rollin like a Playboy beep, beep, beep Just another page, just another freak Cops say I'm bangin
over? Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'? And what's the matter? They accept our music as long As they can't see our faces? One, two, one, two
that tom pill shit Who heard kill quick And independent since 96' they still ride ya dick I refined the style with wild wit from an era with an automan mix Community
fingers are off limits; I can't hold your hand longer than your attention span. The two way street we are supposed to meet on is just a one-way dead
Hear you now a story of good and evil for evil flourished everywhere but one hope though don't bother calling for help, it will just cut short our
fingers are off limits; I can?t hold your hand longer than your attention span. The two way street we are supposed to meet on is just a one-way dead
that tom pill shit Who heard kill quick They been together since 96' they still ride ya dick I refined ya style while wild ways from an error with an automan mix Community
s best for e'rybody If we just cut short Silence You itch you lust Your breath is taken When you awaken In the state of the shock Thoughts of ex-communication
