Lead Yo Horse

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