Lyrics:
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Skrrt (trippin')
Bands, bands, bands (yes sir)
Goddamn, damn, damn (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)
Got
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
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-a-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need
Roll You Up
[Break]
I'll Roll You Up ...
Bring it on down
(*beat changes*)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I got my voice down pact, rock it up like crack
Smacked all
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
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
jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 1)
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
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
and winnin' minute by minute, I'm sending it up
Deep in the box, free throws, you won't even see me
Bring the bock, hands up, did you say somethin'?
Swish,
lookin' for a cutie pie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then
that's a frisbee
Tangle with ll boy that's risky
Them boys is backwash, we want whiskey
(Jump on it, jump on it)
When the chips are down you gotta
, jump on it, woo-woo-woo-woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse, I
don't by happiness but damn it do a lot
Boy yeah get that weak shit out of here you ain't gone make it far
Yeah that boy he think he got that swag but
gal, wanna sit on my lap
No BBL, you can tell she just built like that
You ever walk up to a spot knowin' every bitch'll pop?
It's not a whole lot
And I'm ma mix 'em into Eminem
So in the end, it'll just end up
Being mimi m&m and KIM and him and them
And it's my sentiments that I send them in
To be
Jump out, jump out
Jump out, jump in
Jump out, jump out
Jump out, jump in
Jump out, jump out
Jump out, jump in
I had to bite open a dumpling,
Storms ensued
Altered Moods
Futures bruised
We just trying to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
We just trying
it up
That's the way I like it there Mix-A-Lot
Hey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton picker
Picks me up Mix-A-Lot
Now everybody's rappin' 'bout
You don't wanna get stretched in here
I'd break your neck
But you ain't had a neck in years
Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best
It's clear
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
we know who the Word was wrote for.
Abraham had it, matter fact that's what he's known for.
Faith, ya'll, through it we were saved by grace
If you got
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