MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
sir mix-a-lot - a rapper s reputation
I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, that's my plan
Got memories Mixalot left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a club called Bentleys
Want a skirt to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a back like a Cadillac
I walked up and got pushed back
Her boyfriend tell her I'm a play-a
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My reputation offends this man
Next day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' like a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to roll wit' a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll rappers is tramps"
My reputation is stoppin' my mission
Every freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four lane freeway
Next stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is rough
But the Mixalot game is tough
Spot a young girl and I start that gamin'
Baby girl asks what set am I claimin'
"Just cuz I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
It ain't a black thang, it's a rap thang
Censorship is sweepin' the nation
Messin' up a rap stars reputation
A rappers reputation, that's what I got
So I'm finished with the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's time to leave
Two days on the hard rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, straight to Houston
They tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You know the boys must score
So we hit a fly club called Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts with the largest booties
Girlies in the club wasn't takin' no shorts
Showin' no remorse
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the smooth
Didn't need a Houston skirt to get with me
But the nights still young
And the hunt ain't done
So we stepped to the van
Attitude's out of it
The next club, The Main Event
We never think about a dress code
Just step up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy Maharaji pulls up
Some punk starts runnin' up
He said you don't wanna be with a rap star
They play you for your money and your car
Well my boy got crushed but the girl stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to make a run
right quick, but leave your name and number 'n I'll
getcha right back, peace."
So the posse left Houston Texas
All the girls keep callin' us sexist
Houston media is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas City
In K.C. we go The Gates and Suns
Gotta get grub 'fore we run
Met a little freak named Stacy
I said I'm not just here for the Barbecue baby
She gave me that look, like Pebbles
I mack with bass not treble
So I say, Oogley-goo oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I ain't tellin' you
You see the Mix game is laced with riddles
It ain't moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In walked my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Dooney Bag
'Cause she's tired of Fendi
Oooh, could a brother be busted
Because Wendy trusted, Me?
An' ah told a lit'l lie 'n
Said I was a loyal guy
Wendy got mad and she wants to dis me
In Kansas City
Wendy starts to groovin'
Hands on her hips and her hair starts movin'
She said the Mixalot game is phony
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my occupation
That's how I got this reputation
A rappers reputation, got a rappers reputation
Bring it on down. A rappers reputation, bring it back
A rappers reputation, that's what I got. A rappers
reputation, peace.
sir mix-a-lot - attack on the stars
sir mix-a-lot - aunt thomasina
sir mix-a-lot - baby got back
[Intro]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. [scoff] She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, you know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big.
I can't believe it's 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 can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!
(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*
Till the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!
Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sister, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!
sir mix-a-lot - bark like u want it
(Woof!) (Bark like you want it)
(Woof!) (Bark like you want it baby)
[4x]
Big man is back, oh no, it's a brand new flow
Lettin you jakes and females know
Ain't a damn thing changed and I still got dough
Still gettin watched by po-po
You know what a flow like, never grab a ol' mic
Never been down wit the slow life
Baby I'm a low life lookin for the right type
To get it goin on for the whole night
King of the backside, look at my rep
One of these West Coast vet[eran]s
Known to lay bone and make miniskirts moan
Young hotty got me sittin like stone {mmmm}
So I'm at the Magic City
So many freaks in one spot; I'm dizzy
I'm a playa so you know I wanna play
It ain't nuthin like the city Black-lanta GA!
Now I start lookin through the mist
Swangin my game like this
Wassup wit the table poppin
Fine, 5'9", and I'm jockin
But the girl won't dance
And I pinch me a 10, bout to wet my pants
She got body fo days, but the girl won't flaunt it
(You betta bark like you want it!)
Repeat 1
2- (Woof!) (Bark like) (we want it!)
(Woof!) (Bark like you want it baby)
[4x]
Bow wow, bow wow, gimme my dog chow
Put me on a leash or else I'm gonna have to snap now
Humpin yo leg, this doggy don't beg
Got a tight rubber cap on my HEAD
So check this game when I'm comin through the hood
Swingin round blocks but I don't sell goods
Mad brothas mean mug cause they wish they would
Get a fine thang like I could
You bought a 6-4 wit the 3-wheel mo'
Got no females in ya passenger door
You wanna playa hate cause you just don't know
Bout the fast track makin yo hoe go
(Damn baby, why don't you let me ride wit 'chu?) Here I go again
Done took yo girl cause I don't like men
Got to the crib, romance don't phase me
Pulled to the house playin (Freak me baby)
Video check 1-2 1-2
Me and baby girl's bout to get loose
And just when I thought I could palm it ...
(You betta drop to yo knees and bark like you want it!)
(Woof! We want it!)
(Meow, come and get it baby)
[4x]
sir mix-a-lot - bremelo
Here's a gory kinda story, 'bout an obese freak
With a forty inch waist and a ten inch beak,
Overweight and out of shape with a triple chin,
Her brassiere strikes fear in the hearts of men,
The Girls a bremelo
The Girls a bremelo
Me and Terry hopped a ferry, we were lookin Swass
When a dip hit the ship we were almost tossed
It was a big bremelo standing on my toe,
An enormous jelly-belly tryin' to say hello
I was really kinda frightened as she looked my way,
I tried to run because here buns made the ferry sway
To be blunt she was fat and ready for combat
On the way to Bremerton where the fat is at,
The Girls a bremelo.
Let's Go!
I'm not fakin' or mistaken' 'bout the big ol' duck,
She had hairy underarms and a whoppin' gut,
Her hair was short and wavy, drove my pit bull crazy,
A (Bermitan)? beast chasin' fella's in the Navy,
At the movie she's the feature, the Bremerton creature,
Ya' wear a life jacket if ya ever try and freak her
Look at her physique, she ain't my kinda freak,
The floor creaks when the beast starts reaching her peak
The Girls a bremelo.
She's just a bremelo.
Change the beat!
You can't ignore the way she snores 'cuz she blows down doors,
Baby's got the kinda face only a mother adores,
A big basket ball head, with her ten inch feet,
Big lips, No hips, with the smell of a beast,
I couldn't put her in my Caddy or my tranny would break,
I've heard of dirt because of poverty, but she took the cake,
When it comes to Kool-Aid©, the girl would drink it in pints,
Ya go to school for twenty years and ya still in the ninth?
Ya just a bremelo.
Just a bremelo.
You big, triple chinned, unattractive duck,
Ya boyfriend beats freaks up to make a buck,
Hangin' 'round Third & Pike on a ten speed bike,
you could say that I'm a liar, but ya know I'm right
Ya talk behind my back because I dropped you flat,
And ya never take a shower 'cuz ya too damn fat
So ya man was smart when he broke your heart
Because if Mix-A-Lot'd cut cha youd'a fell apart
Wearing Polyester© slacks with elastic in the back
You could flatten Schwarzenegger in a wrestling match
Ya got lips like a character in some cartoon
With a pink posterior ya big baboon
Ya just a (Elephant Trumpet)
(Elephant Trumpet)
Now Bremerton's a city right outside of mine,
Most girls there are ducks but a few are fine
But the ones that I speak about, use their faces catching trout,
Vacuum cleaners for a mouth, You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Mud Ducks, Hocky Pucks, Drivers of Mack© trucks,
Lame brains, Deisel Trains, to pick them up you have to strain,
Big Butt, Crew Cut, Extra-Ordinary Gut,
Big Mamma kinda bod, make ya (?????????) kinda rough
sir mix-a-lot - brown shuga
"tell 'about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga, that's what i call this female
Bad from the head to the motherfuckin' toenails
I ain't sprung, i'm just poppin' them facts'
Baby is a female mack yeahuhmm
Eyes that kill when the loc's are peeled
Takin' your money if your game ain't real
Known to keep the ass on propa (propa)
Never gettin tickets from those horney-ass coppas
There she go, walkin through the mall
4 inch pumps got her 6 feet tall
Switchin,
Aint' thinkin 'bout stickin
Looking like she never seen a kitchen
Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend)
Looking for a fool with a grip of ends (grip of ends)
Met one, boom, there he is
A rich young brotha in showbiz yeh
Big man, c.e.o.
6 double o are the letters on his benzo
Big mack daddy, bad to the bone
But 3 months later it's on
He done took her to the beach
Rubbed her feet
And bought baby girl a new jeep
Now she's gone, you can't buy love without game
But shuga gotcha lame
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
She's commin straigh outta encino
Hittin football players for the c-notes (yep)
Picken' 'em, gittin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em
Take 'em for the bank and then quiten' them
Went to the raiders game and spotted this
Black quarterback with a big fat contract
Now she's on the visitors side line
The mackin' is on when the coach calls time
Quick work, gotta do it slick so
Do it while the raiders is kick'n they field goal
Put the number on the bottom of a cup
"the kick is up... it's good!"
Later that night relaxin'
The quarterbacks thinkin' he's waxen'
But naa the typical line
"i just don't think it's the right time" (what???)
Ask yourself, who's the mack
Baby starts buyin' moneysacks
Cause when the fool got to the next city
Western union straight got busy
4 g's a week and now baby got a condo sittin in redondo
So the quarterback calls cause he wanna get naked
"beep beep beep" disconnected
I'll tell ya son, just because you can bench press
Don't put ya past this test
You got pimped like a straight-up sap
Paid money casue you sprung on the cat(huh)
Bought 35 g's and now your through
Never got near the boots
See ya, but i never would've been ya
Sweet brown shuga done went up in ya
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell,tell about me baby"
Baby starts going to the wheight room
That's trouble, add more curve to the bubble
The rump is pumped ready for battle
Caught the next plane to seattle
Welcome to the 206
She's lookin for the brotha named mix
Jumped in a rental car rolled to the hood
Brown shuga's up to no good
Got my digit's, gave me a call
Have no fear, mix-a-lot don't fall
"riinnnngggg- yeah, who this?"
"38-24-38 mix"
Cliped on my pager, grabed my cellular
Eeny meeny miney mo and picked the number 8 car
Now i'm rollin' in my nsx thinkin' i'ma get some "koo-chee"
Met her at the mini-mart, she was in an escort
I'm kinda thinkin' 'bout contact sports
When we get back to the mix house
I'm knockin' that kitty cat out!!!
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" that's what i call this female
"tell about me baby"
"tell about me baby"
sir mix-a-lot - buckin m horse
(*woman speaking spanish*)
[chorus]
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (throwin up this dirty old for life, fool)
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (oh a la rasa)
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (playin old cuts, doin donuts fool)
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo
[verse 1]
I got more bass than a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips
And it don't stop, cause a brother went pop
And i got a couple knots in my sock
One dough, one glock
And i got me a cutie, buckin this 1992 dually
Will i come booty, who me
I thought you knew me
You come to the boulevard newly
Take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass track
And i love my horsey, try to ignore me
Scratch my back and you'll force me to dump
Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stun
And drive my horse into the sun
[chorus]
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (rollin down the boulevard)
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (eastside, essa)
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo (westside, westside)
[break - woman talking]
Hey, what you say fool?
Nah, let me explain somethin to you
This is my vehicle, you know what i'm sayin?
I roll when i wanna roll
When i want cause i got my cabbage like that
You know what i'm sayin?
Keep player hatin and watch the ass drop
(*car door slams and tires skid*)
[verse 2]
I gotta get an impala, pina colada
White cause the gold one's nada
Get the coke white seats, fill 'em up with heat
Six three with the bows on feet
Peanut butter top to match the guts
Droppin that butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
Yellow back with a profile, what's up now
Gotta give me ten points on style
And the paint ain't trippin, drippin
Look at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin
And in case you was doubtin my pimpin (what up fool)
My kitten, got the pearl white scopes to match my paint coat
Giddy up, here we go
Back to the boulevard, rush with the horse to the test
I'ma park this next to the best
And flex like i'm poster, rollin this roaster
Hoein this holster, closer
Cause i'ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse when i buck this horse
(female voice: let's take it from the east to the west homes)
[break]
Buckin my horse, giddy up, westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up, eastside
Buckin my horse, giddy up, westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up, eastside
Buckin my horse, giddy up, westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up, eastside
Buckin my horse, giddy up, westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up, eastside
[verse 3]
Buckin this horse like a baller, black top slaughter
Makin these eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my porschey
Lookin hella fly and bossy
Sittin at a red light waitin, porsche's shakin
Talkin more mess than payton
And i got it in first, gettin ready for the worst
One point two turbo burst
Let it ride like a black tech
Bettin i'm gettin my sex while i'm passin up bets
Grab my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where i aim it, so i don't flame it
I can't explain the insane left lane
Swing to the right, it's pain
Pass these busters, lookin like lusters
Sittin three deep in a dark blue duster
Now i'm sittin on cruise tryna get my food
Exit number 102 and then po-po spots me
The guys still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I ain't trippin on vandals
Cause my white gambala has no door handles
Gotta get met with force
If you touch my ... horse
[chorus]
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (yeah)
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo
sir mix-a-lot - bumpasaurus
sir mix-a-lot - buttermilk biscuits
*Now I'm your big mal dropper, mud duck stopper
Fila on the bottom and Adidas on the topper
Transform scratchin', big beat matchin'
I can tell you're getting jealous by the looks I'm catchin'
I hate dumb skeezers, MC beaters
Drop 5 grand on my bird white needer? (i have no idea, but i think it's watt
meter)
Smooth like ice, don't get nice
Just turn up the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh)
Y'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
SIFT the flour roll the dough
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Move your butt to the funky beat (huh huh)
Buttermilk biscuits (x 3)
(Lord have mercy Mix-A-Lot's our here rappin' about biscuits now)
We're from L.A. to the Carolinas
Dip them suckers in Aunt Jemima
Don't make a difference what food you make
Use buttermilk biscuits to clean your plate
You eat 'em in the morn', you eat 'em at night
Kentucky Fried Chicken makes the suckers just right
I am eat 'em with jelly it's my favorite deally
Wrapped and sealed by a freak named Shelley (huh huh)
Buttermilk biscuits (x 3)
One day I kissed my freak, hit the street
Looking for something to eat
In a 18-wheeler, lookin' real swass
All the girls smile 'cause I'm the big boss
Said I gotta eat now, can't eat later
Made a lot of noise to attract my waiter
The boy walked up, and what did he say?
"Say, buttermilk biscuits free today!"
So what you waitin' on boy, get up shake a leg
Gimme 10 of them suckers with grits and eggs
A glass of Koolaid and a whole stick of butter
Them biscuits make me a superfast cutter (huh huh)
Now grab that can and wrap it in your hand
Bang that sucker till THE DOUGH EXPANDS
PUT them suckers up in your oven
Grab your girlie and get a little lovin'
Add a BIT of honey if you want to get funny
Microwave the suckers if you want your honey runny
GONNA get naughty at the Mix-A-Lot party
And rub them suckers all over your body (huh huh)
sir mix-a-lot - cake boy
He's in a yellow Camaro, skin so smooth
A buttercup boy from the funny school
His hair's all nice and wavy
And mine is nappy so you call me crazy
And he's got them skin-tight spandex on
Straight cake to the bone
He'd cook a big meal like your mother would
A cake boy, up to no good
He'll take your girlfriend from ya
And he's makin' my homeboys wonder
His body's a trip, got a booty like Josephine Baker
And a touch of blush maker
And why most fly girls getitn' hooked on this?
'Cause he ain't down for the French kiss
Girl, I'ma tell you what a cake boy is
(But he's so sensitive!)
Tossed salad is the hairdo
Cappuchino latte - his brew
And he's down to do what most girls tell him to
Brother, I'm scared of you!
His cash flow is low
And he ain't down to throw
But when he shakes that girl-like body on the floor,
The girls go (boinggg!!)
Striaght cake boy!
Cake.
Straight-up cake boy! Huh, yeah.
I'm workin' out at the gym, a cake boy walks in
And all the girls step to him
And I'm trippin' 'cause I'm hard as nails
And he's lookin' like a smoker from hell
Spandex suit, pink deer-foam boots
And a backpack full of juice
And all the girlies start rubbin' him, and lovin' him
All the cake boys huggin' him
Takin' off his shirt, the cake boy had no gun
So don't throw him up, son
His walkman radio was playin'
(You gotta have cake!) That's what the tape was sayin'
And he was shakin' that thang like a Chubby Checker nightmare
All the homies stared
I don't know what it is, hell -
He was takin' more women than a mall sale!
His spandex stuck right up in the place where the sun don't shine
But the girls don't mind
'Cause that cake boy starts to move
To the old disco groove
And your girlfriend likes that
You may not like that, but that's a fact, black
He likes to roller-skate, skip rocks on lakes
The bourgeois girls want straight-up cake boys
Huh.
If your girl likes rhythm and blues, look out
'Cause that cake's in the house
But all singers ain't cake, though
Some stay black, while the others went yellow
Jump on stage like they never seen a ghetto
Singin' falsetto
Sayin' "Oo, I want your touch,
You know I just can't get enough!" (a-hoo-hoo)
And your girl gets sprung, stickin' out her tongue
And you sittin' like you're dumb 'till the show is done?
Naw, brothers, you gotta roll like this:
Find a woman that wants a man's kiss
'Cause if you don't you're bound to lose your girl
To that cake boy world
'Casue that cake boy'll pull up quick
And say "Does your man have a body like this?"
And you don't, 'cause you drink much brew, hah
Got a body like Buddah
And your game is strong, and your background is raw
Hit the cake boy dead in the jaw
And that cake boy broke down in ters
Now your girl is sho' nuff here
But don't sweat it, 'cause you ain't failin'
Get a 'round-the-way girl, and keep on bailin'
And if you're stuck with one of them stuck-up ducks
Huh, don't press your luck
'Cause she'll leave you for what she enjoys
It ain't a man, it's a straight-up cake boy!
Yeah.
Cake boy.
Don't lose your girl to one.
sir mix-a-lot - cheif boot knocka
Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
(repeated - 4x)
[Verse 1]
Here I am Chief Boot Knocka
Watch yo' skirt, if you don't I got ya
Tippity toe, tippity toe through the grass
Old scandalous ass nigga with a pocket full of cash
Who dat? Rollin' in a Viper
Got much beef with the freeway sni-per
He wants me cause I bumped his girlfriend
Your suicidal tendencies are not my problem
Low life Dog, chasin these skirts through the motherfuckin fog
I'm that, black man with fourteen skirts in a black Scadan
A fool named Charles in a 7-6 Cut
Parked at the bench and left his girl on chuck
He said get out the car bitch, that's a mistake
Cause now I'm on the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
I'm in a drop top Benzo on three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
She turned to the left with the (oooooh shit!)
"Mack Daddy" is back and Charles is mad (* 2 gunshots *)
Show Charles what I had
Some niggas is fine and some smooth talkers
But they can't fuck with the Chief Boot Knocka
[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my toma, tom, tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
And I here them sing
Chief Boot Knocka ..
Chief Boot Knocka ..
Chief Boot Knocka
[Verse 2]
Scam, scam devise another plan
Take another girl from a cryin ass man
Always askin her where she's been
She was rollin with me from six through ten (yep)
Got home at ten-thirty
You were smellin her neck, tryin to see if she's dirty
You wanna beat her down, but you got no proof
Now you shootin buckshot through the roof (yep)
To much emotion, somebody rub this sissy boy down with lotion
And now your tellin her to stay home
But she can still call Mix on the telephone
And there you go, slippin
You promised her another ass whippin
And you slap, slap, slap, now you feelin kinda macho
+I Got Game+ and I took your thing so
What you gonna do with a cake boy's nightmare
Bought you a nine but you still looked scared
Ak-47? Nope
I run a Hk-91 with the Leopold scope
So eat that 308, fool
Actin like a jake but Big Macks rule
You har her in check but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the Chief Boot Knocka
[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Verse 3]
I meet a girl named Gail at a soul food restaurant
Big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
Tried to step to her in the hall
She said her ex-boyfriend plays pro football
But I hate quarterbacks, but I like throwback
On a young, fine brown skin snackpack
She got a black Sl (Sl), it was sittin on 19's lookin all swell
I really don't care about your boyfriend sweetness
Jealousy is every man's weakness
But I ain't no salt slinger, just a game slinger
And oh yes it's the bird banger
I followed Gail to the crib
Walked in straight trippin off a how the girl lives
Your man is a trick and his game is weak
I can pull you in a Benzo and a broke down jeep
Take notes off the shit I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggas might jock ya
But the game came way with the Chief Boot Knocka
[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
Chief Boot Knocka
Chief Boot Knocka
Chief Boot Knocka
Ch, Chief Boot Knocka
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