[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'
Oh, my, god, Becky, look at her butt It is so big, ugh, she looks like one of those rap guys? girlfriends But, ugh, ya know, who understands those rap
' my mission Every freak in Sac is dissin' Back on the four lane freeway Next stop, the two-one-three, L.A. The two-one-three is rough But the Mixalot
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. (Sir Mix-a-Lot) She's only
my Benz I humps I'm nasty 'n proud To hell with cool, I'm G'in' 'em loud Other people at the hotel gets no rest 'Cause Mixalots bumpin' them headrests
*SPOKEN* Brothers, we've messed over our sisters for years (years and years) I said for years But now we're being messed over I said now we're being
an' Attitude Adjuster stepped smooth at a swap meet Buyin' much gear for the feet When we spot Mary Pong with a blank face Sellin' bootleg Mixalot
{Boss} {Boss} We have such sights to show you This isn't for your eyes... AaaAAAA, the boss is back! {Boss} The boss is back! {Boss} {Boss} So I took
{Your silence is my trade} Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {
put your hands on the hood Muhammed *RAP* It's the man that you love to hate Coming outta Washington state Cops don't like my profile Cause Mixalot
I'm your Testarosa. First gear Watch me go, keep 'em in fear Rumble, young man rumble Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble Gaskets crank,
And UH, double up UH UH I aint talkin bout playboy 'cause silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot
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
'm livin like that What do I keep pinned to the strap [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot] My beeper ... Beepers ... Beepers ... Beepers ... [Sir Mix-A-Lot] Oh yeah
"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
(*Woman speaking Spanish*) - w/ ad libs [Chorus] Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up (throwin up this dirty old for life
You could strike a match in my hand too black to tan heavy metel rythem from a one man band bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle whippin at the fairies
cotton picker Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-
