Lirik Lagu Lead Yo Horse - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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[ CHORUS ]You can lead yo horse to waterBut you cannot make him drinkI'm just tryin to spit some gameSo you might wanna stop and think (2x)
[ VERSE 1: Malika ]Okay, 'Lik's gon' come anew for '9-6Lead yo ass to the aqua, but I can't make a brother richYou gotta go for self, and then help othersMama wasn't lyin when she put you up on game, brotherAll up in the house gettin loud and disrespectin'Lik steps in, regulatin and hoe-checkinAll them makes wishes, ain't already tryin to sympathizePlayers stay paid all day, but yo ass stays broke and highOh my, kids and stuff all over like some roller skatesStill I keeps it on my pape and niggas be tryin to playa-hateBut that'll get you rolled up sidewaysWhoever said crime pays never got 3 strikes in L.A.Makes you lonely, sayin, contributin to minesYou could be hella fine, but ain't nobody spendin minesMobbin with the Crowbar with some common senseYou can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]One of these goddamn set-backs of havin your mail fatIs some of these lax-ass wanna-be macks, and you hoes in blackThey tracks sound booty, and they ain't doin they dutyIn the studio, and only if you knew me, thoughYou'd see that I puts in work, and puts hurtOn your flirts that wanna wear skirts and try to jerkBut you'se in love with a fantasy, trickYou wanna 'sit on yo ass, collect checks and shit'You was younger than me, so I schooled yaGave you the tools to come up and get down like a rulerTook you to executive brunches, high-powered lunchesGave you dough in bunchesSo get your fried chicken and your watermelonStart the yellin, Mix-A-Lot is why you ain't sellinOld Uncle Tom nigga gettin madBut you know you never worked for the shit you hadStart drinkin, bitch
[ CHORUS ]
Hey yo, 'Lik, fill in the blanksWhat&#
[ VERSE 1: Malika ]Okay, 'Lik's gon' come anew for '9-6Lead yo ass to the aqua, but I can't make a brother richYou gotta go for self, and then help othersMama wasn't lyin when she put you up on game, brotherAll up in the house gettin loud and disrespectin'Lik steps in, regulatin and hoe-checkinAll them makes wishes, ain't already tryin to sympathizePlayers stay paid all day, but yo ass stays broke and highOh my, kids and stuff all over like some roller skatesStill I keeps it on my pape and niggas be tryin to playa-hateBut that'll get you rolled up sidewaysWhoever said crime pays never got 3 strikes in L.A.Makes you lonely, sayin, contributin to minesYou could be hella fine, but ain't nobody spendin minesMobbin with the Crowbar with some common senseYou can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]One of these goddamn set-backs of havin your mail fatIs some of these lax-ass wanna-be macks, and you hoes in blackThey tracks sound booty, and they ain't doin they dutyIn the studio, and only if you knew me, thoughYou'd see that I puts in work, and puts hurtOn your flirts that wanna wear skirts and try to jerkBut you'se in love with a fantasy, trickYou wanna 'sit on yo ass, collect checks and shit'You was younger than me, so I schooled yaGave you the tools to come up and get down like a rulerTook you to executive brunches, high-powered lunchesGave you dough in bunchesSo get your fried chicken and your watermelonStart the yellin, Mix-A-Lot is why you ain't sellinOld Uncle Tom nigga gettin madBut you know you never worked for the shit you hadStart drinkin, bitch
[ CHORUS ]
Hey yo, 'Lik, fill in the blanksWhat&#
