1.Brown Shuga
2.Cheif Boot Knocka
3.Don't Call Me Da Da
4.Double Da Pleasure
5.I Checks My Bank
6.Just Da Pimpin' In Me
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
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 wanna-bes just limp
A thick, rump, will make a +nasty dog+
Wanna 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 wanna 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)
8.Monsta' Mack
9.Nasty Dog
10.Put 'em On The Glass
11.Ride
12.Sleepin Wit My Fonk
How can a brother like mix get played on？
Used to get my fade on, now i'm sprayin raid on
Tryin to keep my game buck proof
Salt-n-pepa said +shoop+, now my girl done cut loose
One down, too many more to go
But when did my game slip, bro？
Cause i can't stand when a man reads my game plan
Took my number, two girl, then ran
Uhhh, now she got a brother named dexter
In a drop-top, rollin down gessler
But i'm the biggest mack in this town
Lose one girl and muthafuckas wanna trip now
Feel me, cause i'm about to get real, see
Mad suckas wanna get 'em up wit me
Get back, cause i bought me a big gat
Now i got him on flat back
Back to the brother named dexter
Feelin kinda proud i betcha, but i won't let cha
Brag to the suckas in the hood though
When you's a black man lookin like fabio
So when my girl comes back
Tryin to get nasty n' make dr. richard get fat
Get me sprung, you wish you could
Now mix gotta get wit dexter's goods
Don't funk with my fonk
That's a no-no, partner
Mmm-hm
Mista dexter is kinda feelin like a hero
Watch mix-a-lot put him on zero
Hit the streets in my benz
I'm lookin for dexter's girlfriend
If he got mine, i'm about to get his
Cause that's the way it is in the mack biz
Dexter's girl said she was his wife
So now i gotta hit him with the mack knife
So i pulled up (uhh!) tough, to get my mack on
Baby girl tryin to show a little back bone
But it's all good when she's seen
That white 500 sittin in the front
And get dressed, c'mon we gotta head west
You can tell mix what you wanna do next
She said roll on down to the edgewater inn
Aw, mix done done it again
A gut check, operatin on the suspect
The object to make a girl's sex flex
Baby starts to squiggle n' squirm
And watch out baby, cause it's my turn
Now i'm takin baby back home
The rendezvous is straight on
Cause this is the game that i'm playin
Now dexter's bout to start sayin ...
Don't funk with my fonk
I done told ya, boy
Gotta watch it, dexter!
Now i'm feelin like a champ, bumpin my amps
Rollin wit a pocket full o' green stamps
Picked up the cellular, callin my main thang
But the phone just rang
Uh oh! paranoia got me trippin
Am i slippin or is another brother spittin？
Backtrackin my game, i remember one loose end
Everybody's seen my benz
Damn, now i'm pullin on my goatee
Jealousy'll make my enemies snitch, see
Too many mack rhymes, too many mack lines
Now it seems i'm about to get mine
Walk into the crib-ah
Check in like virgil tibbs-ah
Lookin up under the bed fah evidence of dexter
Wonderin, wonderin if ...
Don't funk with my fonk
I done told ya, boy
It's a step, partner
Now walk it on down
13.Take My Stash
14.What's Real
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