Here's a gory kinda story, 'bout an obese freak With a forty inch waist and a ten inch beak, Overweight and out of shape with a triple chin, Her brassiere
"C'mon now" - repeated [Verse 1] Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos Hittin the hard rock, this street is my work
[ 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!' 'Put
Got a real fine freek with a real big butt, She gets real ill when she hears my cut, Got two cadillacs one blue one gold, Got straps on the back with
[Intro - talking] Like it was before, as usual Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same [Verse 1] Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
t wear a Giorgio suit but I'm down for my business so please don't step You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir
I'm a hip hop soldier ... I'm a hip hop soldier All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin' Under
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] Oh!, y'all been tellin some lies 'bout your penile region (*laughing*) (Female voice: Fuck me up here) (*mixed*) That's what
How you like your game, baby? You wanna sell hot? I make this game resonate baby, yeah resonate Chorus: C'mon c'mon I put the ball in balla I made it
Get busy! [Verse 1] Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak So cute in a suit, my beats can see Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete You can fold my robe
I love it when ya bounce bounce bounce, shakin the top, shakin the bottom Can I pounce pounce pounce, chasin the boots and then I done got 'em Can I
Shake, to, my flow Let it go when you shake that coco +I Got Game+, so whatcha know Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo Oo-chie, coo-chie Still lookin
How can a brother like Mix get played on? Used to get my fade on, now I'm sprayin Raid on Tryin to keep my game buck proof Salt-N-Pepa said +Shoop+, now
Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not about the sex You gots to be a businessman to keep them thangs in check I used
He's in a yellow Camaro, skin so smooth A buttercup boy from the funny school His hair's all nice and wavy And mine is nappy so you call me crazy And
Run for the hills cause the mack is back I'm hookin' up girls by fact If you're stacked You can rub a big mack I gotta gas So don't worry about scraps
't really fazed, 'cause I pop much game Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much fame "How ya doin' baby, my name is Mixalot" "Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit
Posse in effect scramble up new rhyme Big Goretex crushed down two time Rumble in the street neighborhood shakedown Emerald City posse gonna take this