Lyrics:
FATHER: I can understand that.
HERBERT: Hurry, Sir Launcelot! Hurry!
FATHER: Shut up! You only killed the bride's father, that's all!
LAUNCELOT: Well,
"Mix-A-Lot" - 4X
I'll Roll You Up
Yeah, how many players we got in the house?
(*yelling in background*)
How many Playboys we got in the house?
[Sir Mix-A-Lot
drop, your bitch bop, yes sir (yes sir)
That pinky ring, that wrist watch, that chain rocky, yes sir (yes sir)
Them numbers up, them hoes mad, them boys
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
the motherfuckin heart
[Attitude] So if you ain't down witcha hometown, STEP OFF PUNK
[Attitude] Mix, tell these fakes what the deal is
[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot
dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body,
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
sing
My nigga (I'll let it sing, my nigga)
Dragon tatted on me, step
Up, you'll get flamed, My nigga
(You'll get flamed, my nigga)
Damn, I apply pressure
Five cops waiting in my dressing room
Goddamn, D, you blowing up
Look at how they beefing up the security (ayy)
I was like, officers, I'll be okay
that cake mix
You're in your feelings about him
Bitch I'm in his prostate
Prostate Prostate Prostate
Hey it's Cap Catie
I'm about to tear up this verse,
To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray
His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks
If you give him ten
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this song
Think about it AMERICA!
Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
my way now you tell me how that sound
Hook:
I got hittas in my section (so hold up)
No hatas in my section (no love)
medicated in our section (roll
pimpin', bitch, you gon' get wit it, roll up
(Recognize when it's in your face, you little bitch)
Blowing on strong all day (yes, sir)
Shawty keep looking
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
spencer and get "denace the menace"
What this meant is I'll dent his head in
And set him up next to his dead friend, so yes man
I'm guessing that you can
or handle the pity
All I see is lots of titties
I know bunch of hippie chicks
That's ready to show me tricks
They doing the splits
I'm all up in the mix
they call me mr drip a lot
You gone make me spin ya block like a spinning top
I whip the work with 2 hands sir mix a lot
Watch it turn rock hard when it
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
discreet
You could put the diamond tester
All up on my wrist and it say VVS sir
That's a flex sir
D colour, they the best sir
Does it beep for you?
They
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
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