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You can lead yo horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
I`m just tryin to spit some game
So you might wanna stop and think (2x)
[ VERSE 1: Malika ]
Okay, `Lik`s gon` come anew for `9-6
Lead yo ass to the aqua, but I can`t make a brother rich
You gotta go for self, and then help others
Mama wasn`t lyin when she put you up on game, brother
All up in the house gettin loud and disrespectin
`Lik steps in, regulatin and hoe-checkin
All them makes wishes, ain`t already tryin to sympathize
Players stay paid all day, but yo ass stays broke and high
Oh my, kids and stuff all over like some roller skates
Still I keeps it on my pape and niggas be tryin to playa-hate
But that`ll get you rolled up sideways
Whoever said crime pays never got 3 strikes in L.A.
Makes you lonely, sayin, contributin to mines
You could be hella fine, but ain`t nobody spendin mines
Mobbin with the Crowbar with some common sense
You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
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[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
One of these goddamn set-backs of havin your mail fat
Is some of these lax-ass wanna-be macks, and you hoes in black
They tracks sound booty, and they ain`t doin they duty
In the studio, and only if you knew me, though
You`d see that I puts in work, and puts hurt
On your flirts that wanna wear skirts and try to jerk
But you`se in love with a fantasy, trick
You wanna `sit on yo ass, collect checks and shit`
You was younger than me, so I schooled ya
Gave you the tools to come up and get down like a ruler
Took you to executive brunches, high-powered lunches
Gave you dough in bunches
So get your fried chicken and your watermelon
Start the yellin, Mix-A-Lot is why you ain`t sellin
Old Uncle Tom nigga gettin mad
But you know you never worked for the shit you had
Start drinkin, bitch
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Hey yo, `Lik, fill in the blanks
What`s up with these would-be gold diggers chasin entertainer niggas
Handin out sugar daddy contracts to big black macks in black pimp Caddies
I mean excuse me for pimpin, but ah...
[ VERSE 3: Malika ]
Tryin to see a meal ticket like`s they big goals
Rollin fat hoops and rollin gizzy stashin big loads
Jump your woman, but ain`t handlin yo business
County aid plea, check so small you can`t buy bisquits
Got you a family, still you all up in mines
Fuckin off`s the hot rule, but see, `Lik gon` fit to be fine
She ain`t right, got her shorties runnin the streets with retardation
Bein barely sleep, puttin on that sneaky dick in her
Boys will be boys, that`s how the game goes
Ask Mix-A-Lot, they all hoes, and this player knows
Better bumrush school and get your G.E.D.
Cause welfare, homey, been cuttin back since `83
Two carts ??? and still be tryin to front
Use your diaper money to load up them philly blunts
Get a 9 to 5, change your whole mindframe
Cause doin without ain`t what`s happenin, put yourself up on game
Kill or hustle, somethin, gotta drink the water, girl
That`s from a sister, `broke` don`t exist in Malika`s world
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