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Sir Mix-A-Lot · Attack! Attack! · Attack Attack! · A Lot Like Birds · Lot · Sir Charles & His All Stars · Sir Charles Thompson & His All-Stars · Massive Attack · Flying Saucer Attack · The Heart Attack Horns – and 90 other artists »
Beepers, Benzos & Booty: The Best of Sir Mix-a-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · Playlist: The Very Best of Sir Mix-A-Lot (Sir Mix-A-Lot) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · Attack! Attack! (Attack! Attack!) · Attack Attack! [Deluxe Edition] (Attack Attack!) · Attack Attack! (Attack Attack!) · Attack Attack! (Attack Attack!) · Stars After Stars After Stars (Spike Priggen) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) – and 90 other albums »
national anthem Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po' Never helped out by the ones
[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
might moo ya I'm in effect with another funky groove Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move Attack! Attack! Attack! Oh, here we go, I dropped my
[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
Yes sir Yes sir Yes sir Yes sir I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir) Rollin' down 95 (yes sir) And you can see in my eyes (yes sir) That I'm
attack the British forces I shoot back, we have resorted to eating our horses Local merchants deny us equipment, assistance They only take British
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
it on, so I won't get busted You know rap stars never get trusted Baby want to get so I put it on vibrate How does Mix-A-Lot communicate With
would try to make a star But I would rather you let me give my heart To Sir, with love Those awkward years, have hurried by why did they fly away Why is
lucky stars still shine above the sea Watching the ships roll in I play that Otis song again For the tourists and some mermaids by the sea And I
of information My mind starts racin' I'm in the lot dancin' with the hard-headed I start to attack on every track when I react Dancehall style, ain't nothin'
[ 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!'
Uh! I did good in my hood as a youngster The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed I dug Soul
shit the game ain't fair-a lot of ya'll never come back to the(ghetto) 'cause ya'll greedy ass fuck niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by
good as a tasty cake mix This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catchin' headaches, what, what? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even
can do it That's the beauty, see A Pakistani Indian Or a kid from Tennessee Well you can play that music straight But mix a synthesizer in
"Why did you join my beloved core?" "Sir, to kill sir!" "So you're a killer?" "Sir yes sir!" "Let me see your war face." "Sir?" "You got a war face?
to Romper Room They talkin bla bla, baby stuff a lot of rah rah I close my ears out, windows down, I don't hear 'em Commercial raps turn pop, two years they
character With such flagrant slanderousity, But I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism, And all of your negativity has been recycled into
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
(And you are my star) (We are connected, let’s not correct it until I die!) You draw me near. And I can't slow down. No! Can you feel it to?
through the math I subtract them You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya Pitbull attack ya,
a star First we'll improve a bit on Mother Nature I got a doctor friend you'll see Imagination plus augmentation Voila, a brand new me! To get
it's done, uh I did good in my hood as a youngster The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed I
chrome Mercury-tipped bullets, melt the dome It's the 1990's, and crack is Talkin' to the criminals, ever so subliminal Some crackhead wants mix-a-lot