Lyrics:
me mr drip a lot
I whip the work with 2 hands sir mix a lot
I got the sauce yeah they call me mr drip a lot
Drip a lot
Drip a lot
I got the sauce yeah
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
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
shots in his butt
I can't solve racism with a gat
But this is where my head's at - get em with a jack back!
"You ask me the niggers around here
Been
shots in his butt
I can't solve racism with a gat
But this is where my head's at get 'em with a jack back!
"You ask me the niggers around here
been
ain't ready
c Lot of men can't deal with women of my caliber
If you can't control her, bone her, own her then you mad at her
I walk by smelling like ylang
almost as fast as Cracker Jack could run
We had a lot in common and we had a lot of fun
He was always with me when I was growing up
We shared each
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,
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
little bit of love, get a little back
All I need's a little homie, I don't need a lot
All I need's a little homie, I don't need a lot
Gimme little bit
run that back
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees sir
Yes sir
I'm having no doubts I do my damn thing
I don't know what they be hoping but look if you voting check
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
[ 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!'
in a foreign door, foreign shit with a foreign bitch
Been in a corner, I got sirs waitin' for a fix
Bend her over, she won't throw it back, standing
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
King Hercules!
Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I
a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
and thanked him for his kind words. Encouraged by the interaction, it swam off with a new sense of confidence.
As Jack continued on his walk, he encountered
I've met a lot of MCs
Who are jokers and pranksters
(Yes, but you are the Hip Hop Gangster)
To switch around the answer
Bring it right to the top
Sir
And vowels instead of rifals
And hang out with rhyme pals
Who tower like the Eiffel
A lot of things change and some things don't
A lot of people fall off
the snakes were all around
Now I'm back in grown and I don't do no favors for a child
You should know it write down like a poet
Yo bitch need a Heisman by
Yeah we broke a lot of hearts and we made a lot of dimes
[Chorus:]
Pump jack pump jack, pump a little more
'Cause daddy's cut it thin at the general
(yeah)
One cop said, Sir, you're under arrest (ha)
I laughed in jest, assumed he was just showing off for his cop friends
Opened some Chex Mix
"Sir
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