My Hooptie Sir Mix-A-Lot

My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin' Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin' Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin' One hubcap 'cause three got stolen Bumper shook loose, chrome keeps scrapin' Mis-matched

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

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

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.

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

Sleepin' Wit My Fonk Sir Mix-A-Lot

"How can a brother like Mix get played on?

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

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?)

Chief Boot Knocka' Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

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

Monsta Mack Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

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

Mix to jail If he does, I'll make the bail Cause I know alot of rich females I'm shakin' 'em just like this Keepin' that Porsche in fifth King County cops don't quit Even when a young brothers legit So

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

I Got Game Sir Mix-A-Lot

and a freak Rollin' in the park, 'n I seen this cutey L.A. face, with a Oakland booty She's on tip, but I'm playin' that role Talkin' to the home boys, showin' my gold Skeez on bell, levi smell I'm spittin

Something About My Benzo Sir Mix-A-Lot

"Tell y'all what I'm rollin There's something about my Benzo with tinted windows It's kinda slick, how I'm made for bimbos Cruisin down the street with this gip on my hood I'm gettin points like a Benzo

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

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

Mack Daddy Sir Mix-A-Lot

ya, get wit' me Comin', runnin, your boyfriends gunnin' The big boss is so cunnin' Some of my home boys hate me They get a microphone, then try to take me But you ain't slip, sayin' what's up Mix

Lockjaw (Album Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped He went down to the concrete ground I'm a hound when I get down And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack To pack sacks and never pay tax And when

Testarosa Sir Mix A Lot

I chill when my rhyme's on fire As I approach the end of my tach My lyrical horse power blows to the max Red line is reached to the peak of my speech And I told ya, I'm your Testarosa Testarosa

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?

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!'

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

'em round and big, And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like a animal, now here's my scandal, I wanna get ya home, and uh, double up, uh-uh.

Testarossa (Album Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

First gear Watch me go, keep 'em in fear Rumble, young man rumble Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble Gaskets crank, rappers get spank Stripes get yank, a superior rank Won't stop the jock in

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

butt HELL YEAH so shake it ya so shake it ya shake that healthy butt Baby got back L A face with a Oakland booty Baby got back L A face with a Oakland booty L A face with a Oakland booty I like

To Sir With Love (영화 '언제나 마음은 태양') (Original Mix) Lulu

Those school girl days Of telling tales and hitting nails are gone But in my mind I know they still will live on and on But how do you think someone Who has taken you from crayons to perfume It isn't easy

Bark Like You Want It Sir Mix-A-Lot

Bark like you want it baby [x4] 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

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

Man U Luv Ta Hate Sir Mix-A-Lot

Y'all bustas just don't know Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes If you want to playa hate Eat a big 'ole snake It's The Man You Love 2 Hate The J.R

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

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

Baby got Back Sir Mix a lot

here's my scandal I wanna get u home and uh double up uh uh I ain't talking bout playboy those silicon parts are made for toys I want them real thick and juicy so find that juicy double mix-alot

Baby Got Back Sir Mix-A-Lot

here's my scandal I wanna get u home and uh double up uh uh I ain't talking bout playboy those silicon parts are made for toys I want them real thick and juicy so find that juicy double mix-alot

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

’s my scandal I wanna get u home and uh double up uh uh I ain’t talking bout playboy those silicon parts are made for toys I want them real thick and juicy so find that juicy double mix-alot

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

Let It Beaounce Sir Mix-A-Lot

, THOUGH, got fourteen mamas On my HIP, SO, don't do it bro!

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

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

Put 'Em On The Glass Sir Mix-A-Lot

"(C'mon now"") Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin' in Diablos Hittin' the hard rock, to finish my work spot I'm lookin' for females to cop (yeah) You thinkin' past me, I'm rollin'

Brown Shuga Sir Mix-A-Lot

the bottom of a cup (The kick is up, it's good!)

Denial Sir Mix-A-Lot

"You are my only daughter, I guess I made you twice You look inside my other, he'll give you bad advice I will tell you I'm OK, but deep inside I'm afraid I don't drink holy water, I'm not a son of Christ

Nasty Dogs And Funky Kings Sir Mix-A-Lot

, while I'ma stop in Cosmo Cause my lyrical content is gando Stickin to the mind of the critics I'm still with it, dogs gotta get it (hey come here buddy) Bow wow was the sound of the hound with the C

Mack Daddy Sir Mix A Lot

roll with the big mack, the man with the game Mack Daddy Gotta big snake, all you gotta do is make it dance, you know what I'm sayin' Mack Daddy *RAP* I'm rollin' to another neighborhood Me 'n my

Jump On It Sir Mix-A-Lot

Houston, what's up (x2) Houston jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord) Welcome to the 2 1 4 Big be , D Texas Let mr. sexes flex this lexus And this where the cowboys play They battle with my

Gortex Sir Mix A Lot

scramble up, new rhyme Big Goretex, crushed down, two time Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown Emerald City posse, gonna take this town Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib Serve it in a

Gortex Sir Mix-A-Lot

scramble up, new rhyme Big Goretex, crushed down, two time Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown Emerald City posse, gonna take this town Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib Serve it in a

Sprung On The Cat (Album Version) Sir Mix-A-Lot

little honey But the honey gets runny when the money's funny 'Cause I'm hipped an' a brother like Mix don't slip 'Cause them girls will put that cat right on ya And don't say I didn't warn ya Go down to

Lead Yo Horse Sir Mix-A-Lot

house gettin loud and disrespectin 'Lik steps in, regulatin and hoe-checkin All them makes wishes, ain't already tryin to sympathize Players stay paid all day, but yo ass stays broke and high Oh my

HEAVY SiR

Just got off a three-day bender Still enjoying the ride From what I remember Last night was a hell of a night Pro'ly need to go easy But I'm in love with the pain Don't be surprised if you see me dancing