Lyrics:
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
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
free's what I be about
(To the beat-beat, to the beat-beat)
Alright, got my man Mick cuttin' the mix
(To the beat) no tricks
(The beat, the beat, the beat,
checks now
So money? You really want
To discuss this? Please we the Avengers?
Well my green on Hawk's status
NewsFlash, I made a $150
000 in just this
nigga Gucci
Bought a brand toolie, let it mix you like a smoothie
Do the oochi-choochi, I say free my nigga Gucci
Bought a brand toolie, let it mix you
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil' fish, huh
I say, Lord be my savior
When it come to gettin' this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
morals got a lot to fulfill
(Morals)
Yeah
I'm in the back and I'm breaking the bank
I'm in the back and I'm breaking the bank
I'm in the back and I
bitches
I got the work in the pot, got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock
that wasn't my fault oou yea
I want more Os in my bank and more hunnids inside of my vault oou yea
Like out of control, like out of control, like out
yeah?
I could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir?
I'm living my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah
Hey, I'm the licorice bitch
You
yeah?
I could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir?
I'm living my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah
Hey, I'm the licorice bitch
You
a lot x2
She tell me she want me to dig her out
U kno baby got back I'm sir mix a lot
If u run up on me den u getting shot
We can fight or u kno we can
the haters can't stop money
Now that's a lot of money
Too much to think to count
That check card money
My bars is bank accounts
A month I make about, hmmmmshit
said was bad decisions
Walk up in the bank still reminiscing bout the past days
Branch manager come out and greet me by my last name
I8 goin' 120 in
me, and what I feel
Might find their legs bein' replaced by steel
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
So there won't be a lot
(bitch)
Banks jump yo fat ass in the mix
Yeah the shit gets hectic, but you gots to accept it
10 years chillin' in the game, well respected
But check
I've seen alot of evil things men'll do (men'll do)
Shit I mean I did a thing or two (yes sir)
Can't nobody tell me how to wear my shoes
Plus they too
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
at the curb
Goddamn it's hella crazy
No it don't amaze me when I spit this fire
Higher than a sire, my first name is Sir
S-IR
Can you understand, this is how I
Yea yea yea yea
Guap
I really go crazy a lot, a lot
You would think shawty a janitor just by the way I be making her mo-o-o-o-op
I really go crazy
don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
right by a mic stand
Write a couple checks sip a
Couple y'all like that
It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction
Speak with conviction or we shouldn't
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