Take My Stash* Lyrics - Sir Mixalot

Huh! 

There's a black man livin in a big (big) house 

Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout 

Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars 

One of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) stars 

Me, rollin in the AMG still 

? Six slater? 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 wanna buy another missile (yep) 

Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm) 

I made a few mil' and the auditors come 

Sounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep) 

Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep 

Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept 

But I'm back, the black dynamo's on track 

I got jack for the big tax 

Yep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm) 

Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED OUT 

Helicopters over my house (my house) 

Takin pictures of a brother in his draws wit his thing out (uhh) 

Livin the life of a suspected crook 

Cause I never play the game by the book 

If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass 

Cause the IRS, 

Is gonna take yo stash 

Why you wanna take my stash? 

Why you wan' take my stash? 

Why you wanna take my stash? 

D-O-T came to my house, tell me wassup 

You wanna huff and puff and take a brother's stuff? 

Then I saw the treasury badge - 

This is bigger than One-Time, so I got mad 

So what do ya got to say about me, 

The M-I-X-A-L-O, T? 

He starts scopin my house, havin his doubts 

About a brother with street AND bank clout 

His partner was writin on a thick (thick) pad 

Checkin out the goodies that Mix (Mix) had 

Trippin off the things that I bought (bought) cash 

Tryin to send a brother up-state (state) fast 

Yep (yep