Lyrics:
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
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?)
to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
To the Square Dance Rap, hot damn
Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that noise cotton picker?
Sound like Grand Ole
the Crowbar with some common sense
You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
One of these
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this
[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By the beach
With my ten toes down
Like damn
Real talk
Watch the sun go down
Watch the freaks come up
As I
8 Ball)
(What did you say your name was?)
(I'm Mix Master Spade and I'm ready to rock)
Now welcome, party people, I'm so glad you're here
I
[ 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!'
Multiply that number by ten
You get a lot of answers
When you want a dildo in their ass
That's not for me
Boy sit down have a seat
Then add a wink I see your
gotta do is call me
And I'll come runnin' to where the party at (uh-huh)
I keep a fat s- in the backpack
Know what's happenin' in every city I'm
I'm like…aye where the Bacardi at
Mix it with the Cris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P's twisted
Down right stiffed it
Two way shit, boo it
To see ya weakness till they fall beside ya
Walkin' by ya' weakness
I never like to talk but
Observin' what i can't reach
Till' ya talk and you losin'
All
gotta do is call me
And I'll come runnin' to where the party at (uh-huh)
I keep a fat s- in the backpack
Know what's happenin' in every city I'm
To what's been used in failed attempts to misguide me
High definition, I'm an oddity
Divine by design
is how to define this African centered anomaly
God has
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
get a glimpse of what's happenin
See for yourself how it is where I live at
[Chorus]
It shouldn't take long to see, the place that belongs to me
It's
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
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