I'll Roll You Up

[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 on Broadway" in cruise control Runnin like a wart, rap's my sport Of course loss, and then you pick the part But don't cry and say you wasn't warned Cause my voice keeps comin like a STORM Bass should it be let go, heck no Want to be hard, cause you failed to be techno Rugged, ripped and rough hittin like "Thriller" (boom) My bass drum is a killer Packed like a musket, tough to test it Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it His eyes are big, his crew ran away in the crunch Then I hit 'em with the "Batman" punch Laugh, if you want but don't approach Cause most that approach get ate up like toast But some do come, you want to scrap or what? If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up [Break - w/ variations] (That's right Mix, roll that sucker) (Kick it over here) I'll Roll You Up (Roll 'em up, Roll 'em up Mix) (Kick, kick, kick it over here) (Kick, kick, kick it over here) (kick it over here Mix) [Sir Mix-A-Lot] I'm scannin the court, holdin the fort Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort More real estate, keep my posse runnin to the bank It's hardcore, breakin up armored tanks Not dressed to impress, but dressed for pain No cute sweatsuits, just sweat and chains Step off strapped, I let off caps Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon A malla ralla, makin MC's holler My rope's so big, your girl's callin me a baller Bad is played, so I choose to use mean Diabolical mind, the remorse is unseen Quick to cut on any concert quack Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks He claims to hate me, swears I can't beat 'em I drop a new jam, the punks come like I beep 'em Tried to jack, stepped up and got popped Cause I'm takin out scum like "Robocop" Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knot The temporary, interuptin in your chain of thought It's me so give it up, cause the gat is in your gut Don't make a move or I'll Roll You Up, sucker [Break - w/variations] "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] All you players from coast to coast You know I rock the most My bank is thick but it's legal, so I boast Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap I'm still down to (*banging noise*), if a sucker got beef Roll him up, cause he's soft, kinda limp I'm your worst nightmare, a sucker MC's pimp Workin 'em hard with my hip hop force My words so cold they known to freeze up warts The scope is focused, notice no hocus pocus Your girl's a square, but she'll tell ya I'm bogus Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin Read my song, lyrics are strong The critics were wrong, I kind to suckers like pong aggression the lesson, pain is the ultimatum Reachin and grabbin, hittin like Jack Tatum They are crushed, turnin suckers to slush Heavyweight beef for you punks that fuss Whippin like handball, punishin the face I'm all up in 'em like Section Eight Logical rhymes, ahead of the time Goin for mine, and fight time, still down to grind Here's the white chalk, your next to get cut But cross the white line and I'll 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 the whack, with a loaded pack Black Cross Courts is the chosen attire Heavy with the lyrics, all balls are fire Cause I'm (*scratched* - "Dope, are great"*) In the Pacific Time Zone, I'm considered the boss A lyrical nightmare, it's me in your dreams Feel the sweat, the smoke, get up and then scream Loose is the noose, but I'm tightenin soon My drum's steady hung, with enormous boom I stomp all comp, for it's you I romp My drum's kickin harder than paternity stomps Hit it and with it, the posse's heavy and stiff Skirts on the tip, for the player riff Not a regular rapper, cause I'm knowin what's up You attack from the back and I'll Roll You Up [Outro] (Mix-A-Lot) (*talking*) (Mix-A-Lot) I'll Roll You Up (Mix-A-Lot)