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1. _ Monsta' Mack
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2. _ Just Da Pimpin' In Me
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3. _ I Checks My Bank
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4. _ I Got Game
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5. _ Iron Man
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in the ghetto, hard like metal
Got a '87 'vette with a fat gas petal
Live a hard life, shave with a knife
Love to get freaky on the gloomiest nights
[Chorus]
I got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes like fire, with my boys at my back
Now I'm back for revenge, all the rumors must end
Freaky breathin' is out, bold music is in
I lot of dummies gettin' money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man
(You know what I want to hear)
[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink coolers
Big money maker, not a dumb drug user
It's real not drama, hate pet llamas
Met Clint Eastwood, slapped his momma
Billboard thriller, Avenue chiller
Hard rock lover, and soft rock killer
Girls in the house, watch your blouse
I'm the man your momma was warnin' you about
The bad boy of rap, givin' no slack
Talk behind my back, and you might get slapped
You might get paid, but your metal ain't real
Your rock's like mush, this rock's like steel
[Chorus]
(uh, everybody now, *chanting*)
[Verse 3]
A big ego crushin', MC's fussin'
More lines in my face than a sunburn rushin'
Hardly ever speakin', girl's be tweakin'
Buggin' off the drums, cause the snare be peakin'
World's most hated, too bad to be rated
Makin' you mad and I'm elated
Beats sickapater, your bad I'm greater
Tougher than Schwarzenegger in "Terminator"
Guitar cord ripper, Perrier sipper
Transform scratchin' and not a needle skipper
Flesh like steel, MC's kneel
Mickey D's Shrimp Salad not part a my meal
Heavy drum hitter, can't stand kidders
Hate boss metal and I'm not a bullshitter
Girlies want to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this
[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this big metal hammer
(*voice yelling over Sir Mix-A-Lot*)
Now that's true metal, posse up, yeah
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6. _ Jump On It
Ho, Ho, Ho
(I know I ain't hear somebody say
nuthin about hoes up in here, sshhh, ooh lord)
What's up Dallas, what's up (x2)
Dallas jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up San Antone, what's up (x2)
San Antonio jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Austin, what's up (x2)
Austin jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up 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 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 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
I took three broads home
And much love love to the brothers in Austin
And the 5 1 2
I'm flossin in Lawston
A state that's as big as hell
And I spot two bad ass girls in a tercel
They said what's up? And I said whassup? (We're going to Houston)
And I said giddy up, you-turn
What's up Phoenix, what's up (x2)
Phoenix jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Cali, what's up (x2)
California jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Vegas, what's up (x2)
Las Vegas jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Sea-town, what's up (x2)
Seattle jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord)
Welcome to the 6 0 2
It's a 105 in the shade
And I'm sippin on a lemonade
Phoenix Arizona puts the heat up on ya
I should warn ya
The girls as fine as California
Speaking of Cali
Check your mack daddy
He gots game, and knocks dames from Redding to the Valley
And I can pull'em on a TJ border
I even knock mr. G's daughter
And come on up to the 7 0 2
Where it's legal to gamble, and hoing is too
The kinda city I could run wit
Las Vegas na vi dad, I love it
Back to the 2 0 6
Double up my grits
And Sea-town giving po po fits
Chasing the skirts like a playa supposed ta
348 roasta HIT IT! (ho, ho, ho... ooh Lord)
What's up Atlanta, what's up (x2)
Atlanta jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Orlando, what's up (x2)
Orlando jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Miami, what's up (x2)
Miami jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Tampa, what's up (x2)
Tampa jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Coming through the 4 0 4
Olympic summer, Atlanta, so lets go
Calling up my homeboy Daddy Ray
(Aiy Ray, what's up with the girls in GA)
And Ray got the situation handled
We gonna stack up six deep
And ride to Orlando
To the 4 0 7
Calling up Magic Mike, we rolls in about eleven
The gut getta gotta good ol' nine
The next dat I gotta mash to the 3 0 5
I get G'd like I want to in Miami
You undastand me, I put that on my grammie
And swing on up to the 8 1 3
Around Tampa, I'm dialing up Stephanie
She got me polished like chrome
Sittin on a throne
I'm wore out know, I'm going home (Ooh lord)
What's up K.C., what's up (x2)
Kansas City jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Cleveland, what's up
What's up Cincinnati, what's up
Columbus jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Little Rock, what's up (x2)
Little Rock jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Denver, what's up (x2)
Denver jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord)
What's up Chicago, what's up (x2)
Chicago jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Portland, what's up (x2)
Portland jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up St. Louie, what's up
What's up East Side, what's up
St. Louis jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
What's up Tacoma, what's up (x2)
Tacoma jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
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7. _ Let It Beaounce
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 want to-bes just LIMP
A THICK, RUMP, will make a +Nasty Dog+
want to 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 want to 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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8. _ Attack On the Stars
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9. _ Put 'Em On the Glass
"c'mon now" - repeated
[Verse 1]
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 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, this thing I'm holin
I still got game ain't a damn thing change
I spot ten V's in the left lane
Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at thongs
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 fresh 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 tease
Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder
Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier
But lusting is on balls
Everybody's beggin to get into your draws
What's makin you hit brown?
+Baby Got Back+ or (shake it up and down)
You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown
Straight growin 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 fangs
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 Mix so I can't stand this
But I got a family, lovin this scandalous rap
Guess who I got layin on the canvas
D-are are-I-see-H-A-are-D
Hard from the three way party
Baby them things is workin
Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens
You hit the gas I hit my drool
Baby can I get with you?
Rush the blood '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 draftin
The whole right lane is draftin
Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly
be double O be 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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10. _ Baby Got Back
Oh, my, God. Becky, look at her butt
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, why know, who understands those rap guys?
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, fat
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 waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up 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 want to get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes (Me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The 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
Baby got back
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 want to 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-kneed bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I want to get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I want to fuck
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of pimps 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 want to role 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"
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, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers want to play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't go
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 waste 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 sista, 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!
(Little in the middle but she got much back) 4x
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