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How can a brother like Mix get played on?
Used to get my fade on, now I'm sprayin Raid on Tryin to keep my game buck proof Salt-N-Pepa said +Shoop+, now my girl done cut loose One down, too many more to go But when did my game slip, bro? Cause I can't stand when a man reads my game plan Took my number, two girl, then ran Uhhh, now she got a brother named Dexter In a drop-top, rollin down Gessler But I'm the biggest mack in this town Lose one girl and muthafuckas wanna trip now Feel me, cause I'm about to get real, see Mad suckas wanna get 'em up wit me Get back, cause I bought me a big gat Now I got him on flat back Back to the brother named Dexter Feelin kinda proud I betcha, but I won't let cha Brag to the suckas in the hood though When you's a black man lookin like Fabio So when my girl comes back Tryin to get nasty n' make Dr. Richard get fat Get me sprung, you wish you could Now Mix gotta get wit Dexter's goods (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Don't funk with my fonk (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) That's a no-no, partner (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Mmm-hm (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Mista Dexter is kinda feelin like a hero Watch Mix-a-Lot put him on zero Hit the streets in my Benz I'm lookin for Dexter's girlfriend If he got mine, I'm about to get his Cause that's the way it is in the mack biz Dexter's girl said she was his wife So now I gotta hit him with the mack knife So I pulled up (uhh!) tough, to get my mack on Baby girl tryin to show a little back bone But it's all good when she's seen That white 500 sittin in the front And get dressed, c'mon we gotta head west You can tell Mix what you wanna do next She said roll on down to the Edgewater Inn Aw, Mix done done it again A gut check, operatin on the suspect The object to make a girl's sex flex Baby starts to squiggle n' squirm And watch out baby, cause it's my turn Now I'm takin baby back home The rendezvous is straight ON Cause this is the game that I'm playin Now Dexter's bout to start sayin ... (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Don't funk with my fonk (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) I done told ya, boy (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Gotta watch it, Dexter! (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Now I'm feelin like a champ, bumpin my amps Rollin wit a pocket full o' green stamps Picked up the cellular, callin my main thang But the phone just rang Uh oh! Paranoia got me trippin Am I slippin or is another brother spittin? Backtrackin my game, I remember one loose end Everybody's seen my Benz Damn, now I'm pullin on my goatee Jealousy'll make my enemies snitch, see Too many mack rhymes, too many mack lines Now it seems I'm about to get mine Walk into the crib-ah Check in like Virgil Tibbs-ah Lookin up under the bed fah evidence of Dexter Wonderin, wonderin if ... (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Don't funk with my fonk (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) I done told ya, boy (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) It's a step, partner (Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk) Now walk it on down |
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| 2. |
| 4:20 |
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I love it when ya bounce bounce bounce,
shakin the top, shakin the bottom Can I pounce pounce pounce, chasin the boots and then I done got 'em Can I go go go? As soon as you thinkin I'm done I'm takin it slow, slow, SLOW The butt-man's back puttin ?mauls on the mud duct? Stab stab stab, Mitsubishis eat dust Steppin on the way to a club They had a big butt contest so I know I got pub(licity) SMOOTH, STROLL, step into the club I got MO, DOUGH, some jealous brothers Got BEEF, THOUGH, got fourteen mamas On my HIP, SO, don't do it bro! Five hundred dollars to the skirt wit the most bounce Mix-a-Lot is judgin so they let it all out Wet T-shirts, itty bitty skirts All my homies straight puttin in work (much work) I call it sexy, some call it sexist Can't tell a lie, Mr. Richard is restless Pump pump pump, now they got me on ?skips? The girly in the purple on the right is on hip She got a body but she can't dance a ounce To hell witcha dance moves girl, just let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) So baby in the purple got paid Now she's sittin in my car so it's time to check the age Baby girl's age is the same as her waist Deuce-four ... my taste! (mmh) Thick soul sista wit the dookie braids Fine young princess flamin wit the self made boss I paid the cost so I'm the big hoss When the skirts start to bounce I'm lost Crazy bout thickness, I get 'em with the quickness My game is straight laced, no slickness Witness the system pimp, never been simp Other wanna-bes just LIMP A THICK, RUMP, will make a +Nasty Dog+ Wanna STRAIGHT, HUMP, and if you make it bounce I'ma ACT, DRUNK, and chase it all around Until I BUMP, BUMP, no fronts in the grunts A LITTLE, MISTAKE, she got into my car Now the SHIRT, SHAKES, I'm hittin potholes Like EARTH, QUAKES, nothin 'bout the game Is FAKE, CAKE OR jake! You can bounce ya sixty-four But it can't hang with a hotty gettin wild on the dance floor And if ya can't make Soul Train, girl, don't pout Bring it to me baby, *slurrrp* and let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce, baby (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) I've been checkin out you other rappers' videos Never lookin at the rapper, just the hotty in the skippy clothes And I gotta admit this Mix-a-Lot'll ZOOMA-ZOOM-ZOOM these skirts wit the quickness All y'alls girls is fly so I'ma give ya props LOOK AT THEM GIRLS IN THE DAZZEY DUKES POP Shake that thang like a salt shaker Indecent proposal from the bank maker Doo-doo brown can make the girls in my group get down They couldn't sit down, so let that booty bounce around And they'll throw it in yo face, checkin yo manhood Ya wanna touch it if you're only good The SMOOTH, SKIN, on top of that The booty is BOO-MIN, shakin like a leaf To keep it MO-VIN, you disagree wit me Then where have YOU, BEEN, livin on the end? SIS BOOM BAH, I'm lovin to watch the body Of a SOUL SISTAH, they're shakin they booties and makin em bounce To OOH LA LA, tryin to get deep in they panties Is the MACK PAPA, change up, IIIIIII'm the one to come undone and get all sprung When her butt swung I'm gettin high-strung And all the strike a pose Vogue, miss girl, get out! Just let it BEAOUNCE! BEAOUNCE! Let it BEAOUNCE! BEAOUNCE! Let it BEAOUNCE! BEAOUNCE! Let it BEAOUNCE! BEAOUNCE! Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama) (Shake shake shake it mama) |
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| 3. |
| 3:37 |
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Shake, to, my flow
Let it go when you shake that coco +I Got Game+, so whatcha know Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo Oo-chie, coo-chie Still lookin for the supa booty Rump, chaser, rump snatcha Huh, get 'em on camera Call me a jockey Cause I'm ridin them skirts and I talk real cocky Ol mackin-ass Mix is back I'm slangin that game on 28 tracks Yep yep, pack 'em in a Benz Take 'em to my house, straight let 'em all in Call Mix-a-Lot a slut? I might get banned, but I still like BUTTS Mmmmm! lay 'em on the table Dr. Richard's willin and able Not sexist, just sexy Do I like sistas? Well, let's see She's thick, walkin with a switch Carryin a beeper, ya betta not call her no bitch When it comes to a snack-pack I can't lie I wanna RIDE! Can I RIDE? I wanna RIDE! x2 Shake 'em up like you're playin them craps Two snake eyes puttin fellas on tap What I'm sayin ain't popular nowadays But it ain't good without the mayonnaise I, can-not dance But I'm good when ya hit that stance Wham, bam, met a girl named Pam I poke and thank you ma'am Ain't no, drag in my bag Gotta do me cause I don't play tag Six-double-o hoop, costs loot Hit the gas she'll scoot When ya dance, I'm on ya When ya walk, I'm on ya When ya moan, I'm on ya I'm that +Nasty Dog+ and I tried to warn ya To the 'tel, to the 'tel we go Don't need a bed cause I'm good on the floor When a chocolate masterpiece walks by, I wanna RIDE! Can I RIDE, baby? I wanna RIDE! RIDE I'm like Tyrannosaurus Rex I sense movement then I gotta wreck shop I'm on top but down to flip-flop *scratching* 'Don't stop' So, I, won't stop Love to see that thang go pop Don't be, phony, baby show me I can ride yo pony Saddle up n' go, you can show Bo He don't know You, can, put it on a man Make me yo number one fan Some brothers wanna claim they're down Puttin on fronts like clowns But I'm packin this 9 in my glove Givin nothin but the females love, yeah! Ain't no sissy in me 4-4 mags ain't never been friendly But I like the girls +Cake Boys+ get scared in the kitty-cat world But I'm not the one to come cake Baby this game is straight Fellas in the house, you can't deny! ALL y'all wants to RIDE! I wanna RIDE! x3 |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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"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" |
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| 6. |
| 4:16 |
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[Swizz Beatz]
He's Phony She's Fake Thats The Type of People i Hate Hey Hey Hey JADA JADA! (Point 'em out Point 'em out Point 'em out) He's Phony She's Fake Thats The Type of People i Hate If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands Wait a Minute Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands [Jadakiss] Yea Yo Guns Gone Clap Packs Gone Move Blood Get Drawn Skin Gone Bruise Real Gone Win and Fake Gone Lose The Love Over Powers They Hatin' By Twos All They Left Was The Yellow Tape and His Shoes Its Real When The Funeral And Wake Make The News Load The Trey-Pound So We Six Up On Em So When They Act Phony We Just Switch Up On Em [Swizz beatz] He's Phony She's Fake Thats The Type of People i Hate If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands Wait a Minute Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands [ OJ Da Juiceman] Whose Phony Whose Fake? Silver Hummer On Eights Life's Good im Straight Clap Your Hand One Time If You Relate Cant Keep it 100 Them The Ones i Hate But ima Keep it 200 For The Ones That Fake Red And Black Cars And They Ready On Skates Young Juice Man Put Your Burner On My Plate [Swizz Beatz] He's Phony She's Fake Thats The Type of People i Hate If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands Wait a Minute Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands [Jadakiss] Yea Yo Pocket Full Of Cash Wallet Full Of Plastic In And Out The Lanes Dippin Through The Traffic We Aint Hustlin' No More We Doin Gymnastics Couple Of Flips And Then Stash it Bastards Real Gone Reconize Real Phony Gone Reconize Steel I Recon i Will Expose Those Who Are A Few Aint But You Are I Done Gone Too Far Im Sorry Muahh! Get Your Self A Fresh Flesh Wound Or A New Scar Bullet Holes All On The Side Of Your New Car Load Up The AR Spray All Ok Yall? Its Real On This Side Phony Wherever They Are [Swizz Beatz] He's Phony She's Fake Thats The Type of People i Hate If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands Wait a Minute Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands |
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| 3:28 |
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C'mon now - repeated
(Verse 1) Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos Hit the hard rock, the street is my work spot I'm lookin for females to cops (yeah) Few things can past me, I'm rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho, G And I'm sittin in third, I'm never on swerve, to the right I merge Now I'm patrollin and I'm lookin for a skirt in this thang I'm holding I still got game ain't a damn thing change I spot two Z's in the left lane Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at phones And she's poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse Girl let it all out! 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) (Break) - w/ ad libs Put 'em on the glass .. Put 'em on the glass, girl Put 'em on the glass (Verse 2) Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky Got crush rock on his pinkie He gets paid to stay laid My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played Girls when I'm on the freeway Cats jumpin in, givin me leeway And then drop them things on the dash This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast At speed I got a need to see you breathe And proceed with the kinky deeds Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier But love singers on pause Everybody's beggin to get into your draws What's makin your kids frown? +Baby Got Back+ or (shake it up and down) You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown Straight grown all night long I like my females nasty Never try to drive straight past me Just get in the left lane and show me your insane And fill up the window with thangs Puttin niggaz on skids, jump out and straight crash Cause she put 'em on the glass (Break) - w/ ad libs - (*scratched*) (Verse 3) How many times will you play this before your ban this, I heard Miss Gore can't stand this But I gotta fan this, lovin this scandalous rap Guess who I got layin on the canvas D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D Hard from the freeway party Baby them things is workin Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens You hit the gas I'll hit mine too Baby can I get with you? Press the flesh 'til the glass gets dressed Obsessed with the ways you express yourself Some say I only rap about wealth But baby can I talk about your health? Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin lungs Get a brother oh so strung I'm lovin this window dressing The whole right lane is stressing Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly B double O B S, straight sittin in the window I'd rather kiss them than indo And if you see me on the freeway, baby don't pass Slow down and put 'em on the glass (Break) - w/ ad libs Put 'em on the glass Put 'em on the glass, girl Put 'em on the glass Now shake them titties .. Shake 'em .. Put 'em on the glass .. Put 'em on the glass |
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| 4:19 |
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| 4:30 |
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| 4:00 |
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| 4:05 |
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Run for the hills cause the mack is back
I'm hookin' up girls by fact If you're stacked You can rub a big mack I gotta gas So don't worry about scraps (no no) Five foot eleven with a seven foot game Gotta big mouth piece and I show no shame Monster kinky have no morals Monster loves to get oral (ummmm!) Got ten cars and the girls like that I was born and bred to be a mack Once your sign is played You gotta put a style in your game now a days In the sixty's girls was all hot LSD had 'em given up thigh The baby boom was on I drop No more woodstock but now you got Mix-A-Lot So put me in your CD changer Watch your girl cause Mix's a re-arranger Ooo, he's sexist Doo, he's sexist Keepin Rush Limbaugh restless Well I'm da' mack and that's monster Straight chase girls through the tail cause I wants to You can call it wack But you respect this black When it comes to game I'm a monster mack -Chorus: Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough Big Mack, Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough I'm a monster mack Lookin for sex Bih bih bih big big mack Strike the pose But she aint nasty as me Cause Mix-A-Lot is stuck on freaky Can't stop tappin that tweety Give it to the needy Nope, cause I'm too damn greedy Here I go walking through the mall Don't play ball But I got game for 'em all Focus on a victim, Focus on a victim Mr. Richard is hot so lets sick em And like a Tomahawk jumpin on a SCUD Girl you got to gimp my puhh The pick up king is back buddy Tryin' to give lessons to these thick ass ballers and understudies I'm not tryin' to call you no bitch girl Don't give a damn if your poor or rich girl And we can play a pool And I'm pokin' that 8-ball cool And the bootys I still like the bootys She got a little waist doin' squats just to keep me on my duty Giant size games what I droppin' Straight freaks with these thick ol' gluts is what I'm knockin' Now the right wing wanna test me If likin' sex is a crime then you arrest me But don't tell me who to sing to Jack Cause a third of your life is in the sack I'm a monster mack -Chorus- Drivin' my car by the bus stop Till I spot a young cutie straight suckin' down a soda pop Baby girl's winkin' Mix-A-Lot's thinkin' Hope this girl's feet ain't stankin' Here we go Swing by Franglors Get a little Soul Food Now you got a brother in the mood Damn gotta get her home with the quickness For this warriors a witness No need to put my girls on tilt Cause straight up game will get your milk The nasty dog is back With straight pimp game black Ain't no shame I'm a monster mack -Chorus |
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| 3:18 |
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| 4:09 |
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I'm peelin off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat Mercury tip fillin up my clip I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip but boom, look at all the niggaz runnin out the room Just another soldier, causin doom No I don't bang but I like to wound... my enemy Who is the enemy, I'm glad you asked Any motherfucker standin in my path Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin Record companies think you're missin But I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)* I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)* I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM* Now the positive rhymes is onnnn And I'm positively hittin that dome You might want mine but you can't get mine Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup And I don't wear a Giorgio suit but I'm down for my business so please 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" |
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