man UL UV ta hate

Yall bustas just dont know
Yall cant get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate aint phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate, eat a big ole snake
Its the man you love to hate......
I can memorize your number but I still dont know your name
The conservatives are thinking, Im a pimp
Just because I kind of stroll with a limp
But I still got love for the few who stayed down
But some of my exs aint around, why is that?
Cause the rock, man, got them and their butts just dropped
They started losing weight, their grills looking shot
So I switched her, Im steadily keepin em mixed up
Im keeping, down and holding my crown and giving them hiccups
Boo hooing when you call me but we was playing
On each other so you are wrong, see, sitting around anti-nails
Your disputing my sales, fantasizing bout counting my mail
Its the man you love to hate
The J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Its the man you love to hate......
Lady listen, do I really make your man that pissed?
Flipped it around and tell your man like this
If you hate Mix , than why you talk about Mix?
You say, you aint a trick but you trippin, so shes splittin
Now shes coming out to Mrs. Ponderosa
She drove a beater so I heard her getting closer
She got an old V-Dub, Volkswagen with the damaged exhaust
But she was fine, so I figured I could toss
And watch the 808 kick drum, makes this girlie get dumb
Shes grabbing on my bum tryin to get one
And Im taxing, waxing, I gotta take a note
Farted on the down stroke
Playas in the house can you feel me
got these playa haters lookin at me silly
But with this mouthpiece a brothers gotta win
The ladies say you are fine, but your mackin is kind of thin
No more Broadway, Im hollering Rainier
Swoop around blocks dropping windows yelling, (Come Here)
And you complain cause I mad a little change
Its all in the game, boy to hell with the fame
Its the man you love to hate... ......
The J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Yall bustas just dont know
Yall cant get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate aint phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate, eat a big ole snake
I got my buck on them rolling down to Cali, I got a brand new home
Out in the valley, jumping off I-5, I crack a left-eye got to pick my homey up The attitude adjuster, seven in a jet black truck
With a deaf black G-Lock
In case we out of luck, cause with these haters you gotta keep your strap
Cause we taking all their sugars now they tryin to take us back, yep
So you got your and I got mine
So why do you whine about my grind?
Sitting around blaming Mix-a -Lot for your situation
Boy get a job and quit player hatin
It aint about winning your respect
Im just checking more mail than you check
So heres the finger next to my index
Im all about your lady 'cause shes all about the sizex, ***
Its the man you love to hate.........
Yeah, the Pacific time zones head honcho
The amigo force feed you, sure of this bad ass ego
You know what Im saying? Try going platinum suckas
Dos, tres watch out for Cuatro, Motherfm