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| Yo I regulated Archie and left him in a ditch - pulled my nine on Jughead and smoked him like a bitch - cuz I always gets it my way just like at Burger King | |
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| I'm the master of disaster - my socks got no static cling - I'm gettin' all the girlies cuz I'm rich like Jerry Yang - I hang with my boys at NASA and drink up all the Tang... | |
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| Gee, that's great Mr. Mixalot... But I'm thinking maybe the lyrics aren't quite on target for our Campbell's tomato soup ad. | |
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| That's Sir Mixalot to you, bitch. Queen Latifah didn't go knightin' me so's I could get dissed by some honky. | |
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