Lyrics:
And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid
36 D's a make a man skid
I'm puttin' in work on the freeway pass
'Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah)
Put
[ 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
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
[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
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
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
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
fly a lot of flags half-mast
Raise a glass
I go back to New York and my apprenticeship
I ask for French aid, I pray that France has sent a ship
dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
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
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
[Intro]
Do you like it do you like it do you like it whassup?
Do you like it do you like it do you like it what?
(Put 'em on put
Whisperer, kinda like a trainer
I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni 'cause the shit sound cheesy
Watch how it's done, boy, it
Tell 'em
Well, I'll meet you at seven in the parking lot
(Dodge Veg-O-Matic there in the parking lot)
We can all just stand by my car, you know,
the breathalyzer
Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
Put one finger on your nose now
Now from heel to toe walk in a straight line, ten paces down
the breathalyzer
Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
Put one finger on your nose now
Now from heel to toe walk in a straight line, ten paces down
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I owe you for this one
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (yeah)
You can
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I owe you for this one
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (yeah)
You can
has painted,
Just needs a sample by Sir Mix-a-Lot!
Now's a great time to play it..
Put 'em down in the ground, but they came right back.
Zombie Attack!
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