Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Let's go (skrrt)
Talk to a bitch, she say, "Yes sir"
I say, "Don't say that", say,
[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
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
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That's hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I
Get busy!
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,
and that's my word to the cipher
About to bring it to your chest and cause strife, check it out
You're doubling back to your rhyming pad
What I represent
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
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
nigga, watch I get to it
CUI, nigga, mean the chopper under influence
Now watch how I limp to the bank
Dreads hangin' under my A hat
If I got sucked by
a fuck about
Mic cords, at night, swords get up
Together, black wrists get cuffed
I'm wishin' for a change
My man want his change in a cup
Yes, Sir, I'm in
on
This a treat, ain't it, so initiate the powder room
I pull it back and check my rosie, and yeah, I'm 'bout to bloom
It's that ninety raised from hell
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
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
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)
Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up)
it from me>
But +I Checks My Bank+ so I paid 'em (yep)
They put a tap on my phone and I made 'em (mmm)
I paid 'em, two hundred and eighty-five G's
that he rap about
A true playa Pha-real (Pharrell)
(Haters stay out my face)
(And know that thing still by my waist)
[Beanie Sigel]
Once again I
that he rap about
A true playa Pha-real (Pharrell)
(Haters stay out my face)
(And know that thing still by my waist)
[Beanie Sigel]
Once again I
it up, for four hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these zeros in my check, the bank keep piling up my
the haters can't stop money
Now that's a lot of money
Too much to think to count
That check card money
My bars is bank accounts
A month I make about, hmmmmshit
clothes then it's double G
I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me
All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee
Check out my smile I got some new
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