Lyrics:
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
[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
[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
I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho, in my flip flops
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
the motherfuckin heart
[Attitude] So if you ain't down witcha hometown, STEP OFF PUNK
[Attitude] Mix, tell these fakes what the deal is
[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot
I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho, in my flip flops
hooray, ho
Hey, ho, hey, ho
Hey, ho
Hip hop hooray, ho
Hey, ho, hey, ho
Hey, ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down
Officer, sir you must be jokin'
That was a cigarette I was smokin'
ATL's the place
559 parking lot was the scene
Smoking big green with a bitch named Vicki
fun my nigga
(nah) i'm a big grape, you a fraud ass nigga
(bitch) 'Round here that'll get your
Ass dumped lil nigga (on crip)
I got a whole lot of cash
big metal hammer
(*voice yelling over Sir Mix-A-Lot*)
Now that's true metal, posse up, yeah
To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray
His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks
If you give him ten
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
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
bleedin', gettin' our ones up. Straight 'bout this B game, big money poppin' over here. G5, brrrat brrrat brrrat Rich Gang!
It ain't no ho in my blood
No
(bling)
A&W soda cream, I mix mine with codeine (lean)
That's my favorite drink (pour up), take a sip with me (let's go)
Big Five said break that shit
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
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
[ 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!'
I'm a growing G homie you can call me 44
I'm a growing G homie you can call me 44 44 44 44 44 44 44
What else spade, dze dze, nigga
I'm a gangsta ho
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
of bitches 'round my way (lot of 'em)
All these hoes head-hunters (hunters)
And I'm big time stunner, yeah (stunner)
When I see your ho, she a one hit
I been racing all my life
I got G16 by my side
G16
Yushman
Karein hum coup
Baith ke in coupe
Karein hum coup
Baith ke in coupe
Uske dost kehte sir
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