1.Gortex
Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme
Big goretex, crushed down, two time
Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown
Emerald city posse, gonna take this town
Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
Punks on tip, call the boots, goretex
Laugh if you want, but you might get crushed
Walk through the dangerous hilltop brush
Bullet-proof, steel-toed, down to kick butt
Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts
One twenty five was the price tag on 'em
Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em
Style is a must, but the style is rough
China beach boots couldn't crush more stuff
Strap 'em down, lace 'em up, get in the bucket
Reach for the tongue, pull it out, then tuck it
Ten pound boots could destruct all comers
My whole posse wears them fort lewis runners
Death to a white pair of nikes - sound effect
Kickin' over big motor bikes - sound effect
Steppin' over puddles in the hood - sound effect
Girls laugh, but you know they look good - sound effect
Waffle-like prints in the snow - sound effect
Pulverize punks when we throw - sound effect
Salute to the group in the booths - sound effect
Bow, and we kick you in the snoot - goretex
Hollow-point nine, to the boots, ricochet
Leavin' mud prints when i romp in the rain
Draw black scars on the new gym floor
Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores
This is it baby, big shiny black boots
Runnin' over punks like iranian troops
Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck
Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck
In your butt, 'cause you wanted to box
One-two punch and the goretex drops
On your toe, your brother got caught
By goretex boots from the goretex shop
Git it!
Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme
Big goretex, crushed down, two time
Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown
Emerald city posse, gonna take this town
Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
Punks on tip, call the boots, goretex
2.I'll Roll You Up
3.I Got Game
(girls voice) 'man i wish i could find me a brother with some
game'
To the rescue!
Here's a little somethin' for you whacked out suckers
Rollin' twenty-third, sellin' dope to cluckers
Your bank is thick, but you got no game
Spittin' at freaks runnin' superfly slang
I'm pullin' up the ave' hard as hell
In a droptop 'vette with a greenwood tail
Girls are jockin', lookin' for a knockin'
Smart investments, keep me clockin'
You know a 'vette only got two seats
Just enough room for a player and a freak
Rollin' in the park, 'n i seen this cutey
L.a. face, with a oakland booty
She's on tip, but i'm playin' that role
Talkin' to the home boys, showin' my gold
Skeez on bell, levi smell
I'm spittin' that game, and i'm spittin' it well
Rolled up, pulled up on the girly
'girl you wanna ride in my 'vette？'
'why surely!'
That's right baby, blowin' me a kiss
Thinkin' mixalot gonna make you rich
Highside, highside, vapors that's right
Can't get play 'cause my games so tight
Now she's wit' it, skirts in effect
Layin' on the back-a my 'vette
I got game, i got game, you know i got game, i got game
Pop that game
Bye-bye baby, mix gotta roll
Switch to the benz and i gotta get mo'
Hit the strip, seen this skinny
Butt shook like a four twenty-six hemi
Not just butt, baby hadda motor
Stacked to the max, hair to the shoulders
She's older but i can mold 'er
Dropped that game and it hit like boulders
Now she's sprung, sittin' in my benz
Rollin' up the tent so you can't see in
Playin' that old luther stuff
'you wanna get with me, this ain't wild enough'
That's a cue, sorry luther
Brother you can sing, but i just can't use ya
Thought she was cool, but the girl likes beat
Freak freak freak freak, baby wanna freak
Def 'n dope, 'you slangin'' nope.
Callin' me a dealer 'cause i sport fat rope
Step hoppin' that game, knowin' i can get it
'take me to the lakers mix, so we can get wit' it'
Oh no, time for the ramble, bring a jimmy hat
'cause i hate to gamble
Huffed 'n puffed 'n i just got in
Messin' up the backa my benz
I got game girl - i got game
Two down, two to go.
Can't live a night right if i don't knock four
I'm in a big five hundred s e l
Interior hot, with a perfume smell
Took it on home, hit the shower
'bout to get busy in one more hour
Ducks look, but they never will find me
Hopped in my number two benz, one ninety
Here a skirt, there a skirt
Everywhere a skirt, skirt
Gotta have game, if you wanna get work
'ah, you ain't nothin''
Some suckers wanna crush me
Smooth, wit' a move, baby girl. rush me.
Here it is, from the wizard of hip-hop
A lesson in game, make the girls get hot
Picked up a girl named mattie
Caught static from the sucker in a seven two caddy
Mattie was hot, but her name was 'not'
I ain't worried 'bout that, i ain't tyin no knot
Took her to the hotel, game went strong
She thought i spent bank, but i really spent coupons
But it's cool, 'cause my rhyme went smooth
Savin' my money, 'cause my mouth is a tool
Rolled up close, when i hit the spit
I ain't worried 'bout my breath, 'cause i brush my teeth
Popped that game, freak got weak
Hit that jackpot, slapped them feet
Mattie got busy with the bedroom eyes
Layin' on the big king-sized
I got game - i got game, girl - i got game - i got game
Yeah that's right home cut, i got g a m e, snatchin' up girlies
An' rollin' up suckers, know whatta i mean.
Through with mattie that makes three
'i'm gonna miss you babe, you gonna miss me？'
Got loose 'cause the girl hadda big caboose
Hadda break down 'cause the girl had juice
'i'm gonna miss you baby'
Smooth ain't it？ girls so sprung that she almost fainted
Headin' for the crib, tired brother
When i spotted me another. baby looks good
So you know what the means
Drive around the block when the gangsta leave
Open that sun roof, crank that beat
Bumpin' up the avenue, impressin' them freaks
What's up baby？ grow so big, the girls all tip like funk 'ol
pigs
Runnin that game, 'cause i wanna get work
Sit don't rip rap home girl shirt
Here she comes, hopped in my car
Somethin' 'bout my benz goes far in bars
Spit, spit, runnin' that game
I'm feelin' confident about another thick dame
All of a sudden, my game got crushed
Some sucker pulled up and his ride was plush
Rolled up smooth, the girls was waitin'
5 point oh, twenty four k daytons
Oh-oh, think quick 'cause my girls jumpin' on home boys tip
Better change my game, try another lure
'cause home boys lookin' like al b. sure
But it's cool, 'cause i whipped out bank
Big dead presidents made her think
Back in effect, situation in hand
I'm the brother that the others can't stand
An' i got game, i got game, you know i got game
4.My Bad Side
5.My Hooptie
My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six-nine buick, deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got stolen
Bumper shook loose, chrome keeps scrapin'
Mis-matched tires, and my white walls flakin'
Hit mickey-d's, maharaji starts to bug
He ate a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin', movin' tabs expired
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid skittles
Tinted back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it？ posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the block
Gotta roll this bucket, 'cause my benz is in the shop
My hooptie - my hooptie
Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big dice on the mirror, grill like a truck
Lifters tickin', accelerator's stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now we're eight deep
Cars barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as i watched in fright
My ex-girlfriend shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so i smashed her toes
Mashed my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law ain't lyin', long hairs flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now i'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and what did we find？
Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt
Homey got scared, so i got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still strong
Posse moved north, headin for the cd
Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my boys uptight
Two vogues on the left, uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what i sport when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause i'm plowin' over suckers
In a hooptie
It's a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you don't i'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like shaft
Some get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but i won't listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissions
Rollin' in tacoma, i could get burned
(sound of automatic gunfire) betta make a u-turn
Spotted this freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' i'm a rock star, slingin' them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so i smooth eject
Hit i-5 with the dope cassette
Playin' that tough crew hardcore dope
The tape deck broke
Damn what's next, brothers in goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex
Found a little club called the n-c-o
Military, competition. you know.
I ain't really fazed, 'cause i pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause i got much fame
'how ya doin' baby, my name is mixalot'
'mixalot got a benz boy, quit smokin' that rock'
Ooooh, i got dissed. but it ain't no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made slang
Baby got ished, bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
'whatcha want me to do mix？'
Push freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' over gutters
Cars dip low with hard core brothers
Tank on e, pulled into arco
Cops on tip for columbian cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's what he said
Big long car, four big black heads
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'bout stereotypes, i'm lookin' nuthin' like noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my license
His partner said 'damn, they all look like tyson'
Yes, i'm legit, so they gotta let me go
This bucket ain't rollin' in snow
It's my hooptie
6.National Anthem
Intro：mix talks while the star spangled banner plays in the
background
Huey b. newton shot in cold blood in west oakland
Oliver north receives community service hours
For selling weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was brutally raped, but two fools said she did it to
herself
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly
successfully
And you say i should be proud of this song
Think about it america!
Verse one： sir mix-a-lot
I'm living like hell in a world of death
Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests
Your little nephew, flipped him a uzi
Took to the streets, shot em up and then 'who me？'
Locked in a trunk by republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box called the ghetto we shout
Headin for the strip cuz the squares ain't hip
Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip
The president is a dope man's friend
The governments strong but the dope got in
Punish the accused, but the trial was short
A black man's dogged in a all white court
The jury dismissed, prosecutor says, 'can em'
Now i'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse two： sir mix-a-lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said intelligence never makes miscues
The thirty-first was a day of death
Lieutenant colonel higgins, you know the rest
No negotions with a terrorist force
But iran's still buzzin' offa oliver north
The ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in iran goes on
Anti-american, we're loved by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie took orders from the number one man
But the crap hit the fan and superiors ran
Democrats tripped, the committee said can em
Now i'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse three： sir mix-a-lot
Am i a communist？ no. but my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, mix-a-lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones with clout
I was mad at the world cause i felt left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
I realize i'm a modern day slave
Posse downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag
People walk by, laughin at poverty
I looked in her face and i soon saw me
College educated, but she can't get a job
The american dream once again got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a shame
Fight for the man, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it
My national anthem
My national anthem
You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians
Verse four： sir mix-a-lot
Bolivia, columbia, the cia
Any similarities, i won't say
But the dope gets in, uncut like p-funk
Headin over borders in a scent-free trunk
Coffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff it
Remember that lady that was broke, she's widdit
Started with a key, clocked 17 g's
Then got another shipment, pure d
Headin for brumlen, the money was betta
Rollin in a porsche, in a cashmere sweater
Crime, revenge, i'm tellin you this
The people that laugh are the people that knows
Her community complained, callin the police
But where was the community when she was in the street
Dope's comin in, it's killin em at random
And i'm ashamed of my national anthem
My national anthem
My national anthem
My national anthem
I'm ashamed of my national anthem
7.Seminar
8.Something About My Benzo
9.The (peek-a-boo) Game(Peek-A-Boo)
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