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Mack Daddy `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

' what's up Mix?

Monsta Mack `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

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

Don't Call Me Da Da `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

The Mack Daddy, rippin up skirts in the back of Caddies If +Baby Got Back+ then baby can have me Controversy made them ban me, understand me Girls, bringin many problems to my world Tryin to make Mix

I Check My Bank `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

want to 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

Brown Shuga `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

"Tell 'em 'bout me baby Sweet Brown Shuga, that's what I call this female Bad from the hair to the muthafuckin' toenails I ain't sprung, I'm just pumpin' them facts Baby is a female mack, yeah I said heel

Sleepin' Wit My Fonk `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

"How can a brother like Mix get played on?

Take My Stash `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

There's a black man livin in a big (big) house Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars One of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) stars Me, rollin in the AMG still ?

Nasty Dogs And Funky Kings `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

jingle of my car keys Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty I can't let a cat run past me Watch your skirt when your walkin through the mall Cause I ain't nothin but a nasty dog [Break] "bow wow" [repeated

Jump On It `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

. sexes flex this lexus And this where the cowboys play They battle with my team from the bay Frisco Now I'm from the northwest But I likes my soul food So I'm calling up an old groove And I'm a

Chief Boot Knocka' `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

fog I'm that, black man with fourteen skirts in a black Scadan A fool named Draws in a seven six Kirk Parked at the bench and left his girl on trays Said get out the car bitch, that's a mistake cause

Seattle Ain't Bullshittin' `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

[Mix-A-Lot] Yo Attitude (talk to me) [Mix-A-Lot] We got some bustin ass marks out here [Mix-A-Lot] Claimin some motherfuckin place they ain't never seen [Attitude] Huh, sellout [Mix-A-Lot] Boy this is

You Can Have Her `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

[ 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!'

Runway (Funk Mix) `Snow`

yes sir Daddy me Snow me are the top celebrity Roam up the dance in a nicer party Anything that me do man me do it better Come in a de place like a ruling gangsta Gun on my hip, knife de pan my side Hear

Runway (Super Mix) `Snow`

yes sir Daddy me Snow me are the top celebrity Roam up the dance in a nicer party Anything that me do man me do it better Come in a de place like a ruling gangsta Gun on my hip, knife de pan my side Hear

Lockjaw (Album Version) `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

weak knees walkin' You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak The elite don't get with the weak Shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up Boy, don't try to run up 'Cause I chop up crops A

Hit Mix `Baccara`

Yes Sir, I Can Boogie sung by Baccara Mister Your eyes are full of hesitation Sure makes me wonder If you know what you're looking for.

Let It Beaounce `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

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

Lead Yo Horse `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

mines You could be hella fine, but ain't nobody spendin mines Mobbin with the Crowbar with some common sense You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Sir

My Bad Side `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

"Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear (Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)

I'll Roll You Up `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

[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 on Broadway" in cruise control Runnin like a wart, rap's

What's Real `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

[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 Times" feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank

National Anthem `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot I'm living like hell in a world of death Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi Took to the streets, shot em up and then ""Who me

Pimp `Trick Daddy`

Money Buddy Roe Freaky deaky Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe J.T. Money Yeah and that nigga J.T.

The (Peek-A-Boo) Game `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

"[Intro: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)] (Peek a boo) This is the true story about a young lady I know (Peek a boo) A walkin' zombie, product of the system (Peek a boo) Now she's play a game by her own rules

A Rapper's Reputation (Album Version) `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van.

To Sir With Love `Soul Asylum`

on But how do you thank someone Who has been with you from crayons to perfume It isn't easy but I'll try If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters That would soar a

Aintsta `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

Not if you is an undercover busta [Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot] What about this motherfucking aintsta Wannabe gangsta Sittin' in the mirror throwin' sets at your self like a pranksta Lil' punk-ass mark

The Jack Back (Album Version) `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

skulls into pieces of puzzle Damage em so bad, they can't stop me Not enough body left to get an autopsy Skinheads, stakin em out Bloodshed, takin em out Caught one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead" Thirty-eight

Seminar `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

, for the rap so tight Serious men with the strength of ten, comin' through like animals lookin' for a fight Intelligent, packed, so inadequate, step back, Mix-A-Lot's here to inforce what's dope A brand

I'm Your New God (Album Version) `Sir Mix-A-Lot`

(Sir Mix-a-Lot) She's only 16, she looks lost Bought crack from the dopeman, and got tossed Livin on the streets, smoked out Perfect individual for me to bust out You can sniff me, or you can puff me But