Lyrics:
Mix-a-Lot is judgin so they let it all out
Wet T-shirts, itty bitty skirts
All my homies straight puttin in work (much work)
I call it sexy, some call it
to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
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
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
cake, faggot ass nigga!
[Verse Three: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Let's take a trip to the South end, we go West
Hit Reinert Ave and bust left
I'm in a funky-ass
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
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
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
ear wants to hear sex, it hears sex. Hmm. Let's move on to
Someone else. Sir, what's your name?
[Man]:
Uh hi my name is Ron.
[Adam Sandler]:
Ron,
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Let's do that again
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees sir
Yes sir
I think about money all day that's facts
Go and get that, get a little more
By night time man I'm up in
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
we will, we will
Ain't gon' never let it break
We will, we will, we will, we will
We will, we will, we will (I believe that)
With you by my
being exhausted or in a coffin
I'm often rolling a few, smoking, always coughing
When on it, I put a lot in and then I spark it
The process of all this
can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta
[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
What about this motherfucking aintsta
Wannabe gangsta
Sittin' in
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
and watch it rot
(Dodge Veg-O-Matic there in the parking lot)
Well, I'll see you now at seven, sir, don't be late
(Dodge Veg-O-Matic there in the parking
(yeah)
One cop said, Sir, you're under arrest (ha)
I laughed in jest, assumed he was just showing off for his cop friends
Opened some Chex Mix
"Sir
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,
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