Bark Like You Want It Sir Mix-A-Lot

Bark like you want it (Woof!)

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

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

Nasty Dogs And Funky Kings Sir Mix-A-Lot

town crown I sniff around 'til I pin cats down They like to run up trees but I can bring 'em back down with a jingle of my car keys Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty I can't let a cat run past me

Ride Sir Mix-A-Lot

"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

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!'

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?)

Baby Got Back (웃찾사 나몰라 패밀리) Sir Mix-A-Lot

...she's just so...BLACK I like big butts and I cannot lie, You other brothers can't deny, That when a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and A round thing in yo face, you get sprung.

Something About My Benzo Sir Mix-A-Lot

should I said ""yo skees you lookin for the flesh You want to ride, better dust off your dress"" I ain't dissin you .. skees But my Benzo's the ultimate tease Walk into the Spectrum, some suckers want

Gortex Sir Mix A Lot

in a dish, name it up, rib-tip Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex Laugh if you want, but you might get crushed Walk through the dangerous Hilltop brush

Gortex Sir Mix-A-Lot

in a dish, name it up, rib-tip Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex Laugh if you want, but you might get crushed Walk through the dangerous Hilltop brush

Baby Got Back (웃찾사 `나몰라 패밀리` 삽입곡, 처음처럼 - 흔들어라 `이효리` 편) Sir Mix-A-Lot

I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can\'t deny That when a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and A round thing in yo face you get sprung I wanna pull up front cuz I notice

Take My Stash Sir Mix-A-Lot

with the monochrome grille Don't serve birds but I'm livin like a king But the IRS got a thing for a brother like me Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep) Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the

Beepers Sir Mix-A-Lot

freak Cops say I'm bangin', girls say I'm slangin' Just 'cause my black Cross Courts be hangin' Ah huh, that's it baby Beep diddy beep, will I call you maybe Sky Pager looks like a Phaser That's the attire

Baby Got Back Sir Mix A Lot

*talking* Oh my god Becky, look at her butt It is so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute

Baby Got Back (Clean Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

Oh my god Becky, look at her butt It is so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute I mean

Let It Beaounce Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

I Check My Bank Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

Baby got Back Sir Mix a lot

- Oh my god, becky look at her butt it is so big uhh she looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends but u know who understands those rap guys they only talk 2 her becuz she looks like a total

Baby Got Back Sir Mix-A-Lot

oh my god, becky look at her butt it is so big uhh she looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends but u know who understands those rap guys they only talk 2 her becuz she looks like a total prostitute

Baby Got Back (Album Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

oh my god, becky look at her butt it is so big uhh she looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends but u know who understands those rap guys they only talk 2 her becuz she looks like a total prostitute

Testarosa Sir Mix A Lot

like it suppose ta Don't try to get closer Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust Don't ever try to fuck wit' a boss High octane there ain't no ping When I swing on a lyrical speed king And

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.

Lead Yo Horse Sir Mix-A-Lot

some roller skates Still I keeps it on my pape and niggas be tryin to playa-hate But that'll get you rolled up sideways Whoever said crime pays never got 3 strikes in L.A.

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

California, that's my plan Got memories Mix-A-Lot 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

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

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

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

The Boss Is Back (Album Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

{Boss} {Boss} So I took a one-year hiatus Ain't nobody heard my latest You thought Mix-a-Lot was through But I'm back; this boot's on you What happened to all the old homies?

One Time's Got No Case (Album Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

Just put your hands on the hood Muhammed It's the man that you love to hate Coming outta Washington state Cops don't like my profile Cause Mixalot kicks much style So the man is on my trail He wanna take

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

Bitch (2009 Mix) The Rolling Stones

Feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so stuffed, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy Ain't touched a drink

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

DON'T YOU WANT ME? YOU PAID FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME. *rhythmic sniffing* SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE ... HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M YOUR NEW GOD.

My Hooptie Sir Mix-A-Lot

Who's car is it?

Monsta Mack Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

Jump On It Sir Mix-A-Lot

But I likes my soul food So I'm calling up an old groove And I'm a brother with a gut So, hello Keana, can ya take us out to Poppa Doughs And don't forget about San Antone The last time I went through

Chief Boot Knocka' Sir Mix-A-Lot

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 was smellin her neck, tryin to see if she's dirty You want to beat her down,

Sleepin' Wit My Fonk Sir Mix-A-Lot

"How can a brother like Mix get played on?

I Got Game Sir Mix-A-Lot

' that game, and I'm spittin' it well Rolled up, pulled up on the girly ""Girl you wanna ride in my 'vette?""

Mack Daddy Sir Mix A Lot

*SPOKEN* Mack Daddy Ain't you tired of that gameless mark smackin' you in your face baby?

Man U Luv Ta Hate Sir Mix-A-Lot

"What you mean I'm gone man You don't even know me Well go ahead and get 'em up busta Come on with it Wahaa!

Dream MIX

You always to love me stay to be in search for you in an inside of the chest depth. You're my destiny. you are my love. Once to come back to me.

Testarossa (Album Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

some American car use a lyrical radar But I'm rolling, the cartel's tolling For the D's keep folding Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb By the jet black blur Me, the Testarosa running like it

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

the block (mmm) Met a young girl named Angel She had a big long weave I'd love to mangle So I'm puttin in work, lovin tight skirts So you know a mack poppa gotta flirt (woo!)

Dodge Veg-O-Matic Jonathan Richman

Well it doesn't go nowhere, it just stays all alone. You know, I like it. You know, I like it a whole lot. Well, that's my Dodge Veg-O-Matic there in the parking lot.

Mack Daddy Sir Mix-A-Lot

*SPOKEN* Mack Daddy Ain't you tired of that gameless mark smackin' you in your face baby?

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

A Nazi and you ain't never SEEN Germany but you was lookin for a enemy So you found a young brother with cash crashed my glass, snatched my whole stash Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no thang Show

Sir, Yes Sir Tomahawk

We all know our place Like the trophy in the case We are never known The wallpaper in the room We all know the joys See the beauty of our toy We are not your song Elevator, shopping malls We all

Brown Shuga Sir Mix-A-Lot

gone, you can't buy love without game The Shuga gotcha, lame!