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Sir Mixalot

Genres: Hip-Hop

F The Bs Lyrics - Sir Mixalot

[Intro - talking] 

Like it was before, as usual 

Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same 


[Verse 1] 

Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with this 

I'm the man, all the homeboys wanna dis 

Crushin, killin, never beat stealin 

But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme dealin 

Death to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot 

You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock 

Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up 

But my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup 

Drop the games, cause they really ain't necessary 

You can be a water rated, boy you ain't legendary 

Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma chillin 

To your girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian 

I've done, get me mad I might try 

Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it 

Serious and callous could be deadly to competitors 

What am I sayin? (your gonna get yours) 


[Chorus - *scratched*] 

F the BS .. 

F the BS .. 

F the BS .. 


[Verse 2] 

Memories of bein broke, keep me on the war path 

Hittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blast 

Swayed, raid in effect, my posse's with it 

Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it 

Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack 

I ain't playin with you boy, you know I mean that 

Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate 

All niggaz take note, don't imitate 

Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P 

Tryna get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T 

Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin about 

Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's lights out 

Bring it to my level, boy you better start climbin 

When she's grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin 

Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle 

When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles 

Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet black 

"Swass" skin in effect, sportin coon hat 

Walk by sucker punk, look like eat crackers 

He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked backwards 

Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome 

Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home 

A big maulin, you know my beat is def 

You know who you are, F the BS 



Yeah boy, they rappin five slang 

Cuttin, you know who it is 

Comin back at ya, ain't gonna put your name on wax 

I really don't wanna make you famous sucker 



F the BS 

F the BS 

F the BS 


[Verse 3] 

Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon 

Heavy snaps, never lookin for a bargain 

Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin like a movie clips 

Slow mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hip 

Big shoes, laces loose, a rap warrior 

Real beat boy, leavin crowds in euphoria 

Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a blast 

Movin like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass 

(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and c'mon girlies get with it 

You like my tuning cabilities, admit it 

It's the man with the westbound attitude 

Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of you 

Raise an eyebrow, try to figure out how 

Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW) 

Understand it's the undercover game plan 

Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN) 

Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoy 

Mix-A-Lot on the stage I'ma (ROUGH BOY) 

Yes so rough boy, creepin up the backside 

Mix-A-Lot sign 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT) 


(*solo of the new beat*) 


(*two beats scratched*) 



Raised, raised in LA 


[Verse 3] 

Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereo 

I'm like a cannibal, got you like "Rambo" 

Don't like riff-raff kick you in the left calf 

I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy don't laugh 

I'm serious, my intention is to overthrow 

The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo 

It's like a bug always tickin in my mind 

It's tellin me "buddy, it's time" 


[Chorus - *scratched*] 

F the BS .. 

F the BS .. 

F the BS .. 


[Outro - talking] (*scratching continues*) 

Look here sucker, this is my program 

I'm about to throw down and take over the rap land 

You know what I'm sayin? 

Somethin different, somethin new 

Ain't none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo 

You know I'm sayin, you know who I am 

Check me out 

F the BS, sucker 

Yeah, F the BS 


Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group

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