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Albums:

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) · The Dropper (Medeski, Martin & Wood) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · A Lot of Love. A Lot of Blood (Florence + the Machine) · At the Mall (Baron Zen) · Mall (Gang of Four) · Third Mall From the Sun (Snog) · At the Mall: Remixes (Baron Zen) · Mac Mall Presents Mallennium (Mac Mall) – and 90 other albums »


the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh)

why'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
Zip the flour roll the dough
Clap your
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
[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
[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
Chorus:
Everybody come down to the mall, yeah!
It's a party, come on! (Everybody)
Instant Party, when you're at the mall yeah!
Everybody come
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
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!'
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
the parkin' lot
Nonraks czan't stand Liquey
When I'm rockin' spots
No wonder
Why I get stalked a lot
I get hawked a lot
I get jocked a lot
By the gurlies
Who
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir

[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
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
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
flags up, yes sir
You a burr that don't mean you dress fly
A lot of people hittin' on me, mad to see me on
You grouch, Oscar, Academy Award
I can play
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
Wahlberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by
Mark Wallburg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix in with Bacardi Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
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
while she dash out with his bread
You bum a clot see you done forgot, nigga you dumb you not
Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna shop
See
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot

[E-40] White girl (x4)

(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
the cartridge
Darkman, by the Bee can, he can
Can we, can, I can.. Yeah!
Don't worry, don't worry, strawberry
Mint-pep', rum and raisin 'cause he ate a plate
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down

[Chorus: x4]
Kiss my ass !
Yes sir !
I don?t care who you are
I don?t care what you do
There comes a time (uh huh)
Everybody?s life (yup!)
When?
You just gotta
didn't ring, I am sir 
A sweet young thing, once a romancer 
I didn't really fancy her, so build equality 
I get a beep downstairs from Y.Z.O.