| Song | My Bad Side |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Seminar |
| 作词 : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin crazy to me other day on Rain Ear | |
| (Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?) | |
| [gun blast] | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| Rushin up the middle like a fullback | |
| It's my drug, head to head contact | |
| Mack 11, my best friend in full effect | |
| That's the beat that you been lookin for, no pussy check | |
| Come quietly the punishment awaits you | |
| I'm playin games and I know you can't relate too | |
| Surprise my rhyme hit you from the blind side | |
| You better chill cause your messin with my bad side | |
| [Break: w/ (scratching) and variations] | |
| (Suckers getting tossed) | |
| "My, my, my, my, my bad side" | |
| (Suckers gettin tossed) | |
| (Suckers gettin tossed) | |
| ("My, my, my, my, my bad side") | |
| (Suckers gettin tossed) | |
| ("My, my, my, my, my bad side") | |
| ("My bad side") | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain't bullshittin | |
| Tell ya girl about how hard this shit's gettin | |
| Shoot 'em down like the All World Crime Boss | |
| Break soft and like a salad you'll get tossed | |
| Voice like rock effects I don't need 'em | |
| You drop for your boss, I'm like a pimp when I greet 'em | |
| Role like son, your just another recruit | |
| Salute roody poos to your king I'm in the black boots | |
| The beat's runnin like a Benz in the fast lane | |
| Over do it, put your speakers in a freeze frame | |
| Watch the bunny while I inject the venom | |
| Screams of pain cause my rhymes up in 'em | |
| Rushin like a buffalo, and wild like a Navajo | |
| Reckless like the PLO, bring it back and here we go | |
| The bass drum dancin through to get dumb | |
| Girls on my tip doin flips because I'm well hung | |
| Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game's slick | |
| You find something then you hide it with a drum chick | |
| Takin apart every rap that's on the charts | |
| Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain't hard | |
| Please, get up and take brown tip punk | |
| Cause you might get dumped | |
| Your producers are bitin, your gettin paid but your lame | |
| And no two songs of mine sound the same | |
| Fame is not needed to acquire great wealth | |
| Pick pocket posse pick up the pace you need help | |
| Sucker, you better step to the stand by | |
| Because your messin with my Bad Side | |
| [Break: scratching] | |
| My, my, my, my, my bad side | |
| My, my, my, my, my bad side | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior | |
| And I got the beat for ya | |
| Bumpin in your trunk like a hump of funk punk | |
| You wanna jump but your jump got skunked | |
| Pick 'em up ref, eight count his lights are out | |
| Lookin for the jab but he caught my roundhouse | |
| Stereo effect our words connect | |
| Pick up the mic and check our muscles flex | |
| Loosen up your belt so my rhyme is dealt | |
| You might gain wealth but can you do it yourself, nope | |
| You stole a beat from a old great record | |
| Call my record weak, here it is now you break it | |
| You say I'm broke but I'm ridin in a Benzo | |
| What you rollin boy a Hugo? | |
| Tryin to roll with the girls your callin Mix-A-Lot a sucker | |
| Who you callin sucker, lip-synching motherfucker | |
| Move the set boy how's this fiasco | |
| I'm in your gutter and I'm singin like Tabasco, sucker | |
| You better step to the stand by | |
| Because your messin with my Bad Side | |
| [Break: (scratching) - mixed in with talking in background] | |
| ("My, my, my, my, my bad side") | |
| "My Bad Side" | |
| ("My, my, my Bad Side") | |
| ("My, my, my, my, my bad side") | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| Gun in my nose, slap my girl in her face | |
| Took both my beepers and my ill skin case | |
| Snatched all my gold, sucker punk and he's gone | |
| He made a break for the car and now the chase is on | |
| Rollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yes | |
| Caddy was back but my Benz was in his face | |
| Left toward South Shore, wrong way homey | |
| This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only | |
| Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill | |
| Ain't no place to run so you might as well chill | |
| Jumped from the car like he wanted to run | |
| And Maharashi on the roof (yo drop the gun) | |
| Punk dropped that, so I dropped mine | |
| You see I'd rather box, than have to use my nine | |
| Punk buckled up from a one, two punch | |
| My girl stomped the sucker with a high heel pump | |
| Cops on my jock, I broke round the block | |
| Chase cars eat dust and G don't stop | |
| Smoker, you needed drugs for your next high | |
| You pull a gat on my Bad Side | |
| [Skit at the end of the song - Two guys talking outside Sir Mix-A-Lot's house] | |
| [Guy #1:] Alright man, let's kick the door down and Break in their man, | |
| we can get all his stuff, man, he got gold, man (word) | |
| the jewelry man and a old Corvette in the garage, I'm a get me in that man | |
| ("My Bad Side") | |
| [Guy #2:] I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot man | |
| [Guy:] I know well listen, take him out man | |
| [Guy #2:] He dissed my sister | |
| [Guy:] Don't let him get away man, take his girl out man | |
| [Guy:] I know my homeboy slapped his girl | |
| [Guy #2:] I know, yeah, let's get it, let's get in, let's get in | |
| [Guy:] Kick the door down, ready | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot:] WELCOME TO MY HOUSE PUNKS, YEAH! | |
| [gun blasts] [yelling] | |
| Sir Mix-A-Lot: That's right punk, try to run punk | |
| [gun blasts] [yelling] | |
| Sir Mix-A-Lot: Oh you the last one, huh | |
| Guy: Oh, come on Mix, let me go, don't point that gun | |
| [Two gun shots fired] | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| You boys got to learn not to step up in my house with that weak gat |
| zuò cí : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| Hey yo, ain' t you the one that was talkin crazy to me other day on Rain Ear | |
| Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it MixALot? | |
| gun blast | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| Rushin up the middle like a fullback | |
| It' s my drug, head to head contact | |
| Mack 11, my best friend in full effect | |
| That' s the beat that you been lookin for, no pussy check | |
| Come quietly the punishment awaits you | |
| I' m playin games and I know you can' t relate too | |
| Surprise my rhyme hit you from the blind side | |
| You better chill cause your messin with my bad side | |
| Break: w scratching and variations | |
| Suckers getting tossed | |
| " My, my, my, my, my bad side" | |
| Suckers gettin tossed | |
| Suckers gettin tossed | |
| " My, my, my, my, my bad side" | |
| Suckers gettin tossed | |
| " My, my, my, my, my bad side" | |
| " My bad side" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| Drop the " Square Dance" punk I ain' t bullshittin | |
| Tell ya girl about how hard this shit' s gettin | |
| Shoot ' em down like the All World Crime Boss | |
| Break soft and like a salad you' ll get tossed | |
| Voice like rock effects I don' t need ' em | |
| You drop for your boss, I' m like a pimp when I greet ' em | |
| Role like son, your just another recruit | |
| Salute roody poos to your king I' m in the black boots | |
| The beat' s runnin like a Benz in the fast lane | |
| Over do it, put your speakers in a freeze frame | |
| Watch the bunny while I inject the venom | |
| Screams of pain cause my rhymes up in ' em | |
| Rushin like a buffalo, and wild like a Navajo | |
| Reckless like the PLO, bring it back and here we go | |
| The bass drum dancin through to get dumb | |
| Girls on my tip doin flips because I' m well hung | |
| Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game' s slick | |
| You find something then you hide it with a drum chick | |
| Takin apart every rap that' s on the charts | |
| Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain' t hard | |
| Please, get up and take brown tip punk | |
| Cause you might get dumped | |
| Your producers are bitin, your gettin paid but your lame | |
| And no two songs of mine sound the same | |
| Fame is not needed to acquire great wealth | |
| Pick pocket posse pick up the pace you need help | |
| Sucker, you better step to the stand by | |
| Because your messin with my Bad Side | |
| Break: scratching | |
| My, my, my, my, my bad side | |
| My, my, my, my, my bad side | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| I' m like thunder, a barbaric like warrior | |
| And I got the beat for ya | |
| Bumpin in your trunk like a hump of funk punk | |
| You wanna jump but your jump got skunked | |
| Pick ' em up ref, eight count his lights are out | |
| Lookin for the jab but he caught my roundhouse | |
| Stereo effect our words connect | |
| Pick up the mic and check our muscles flex | |
| Loosen up your belt so my rhyme is dealt | |
| You might gain wealth but can you do it yourself, nope | |
| You stole a beat from a old great record | |
| Call my record weak, here it is now you break it | |
| You say I' m broke but I' m ridin in a Benzo | |
| What you rollin boy a Hugo? | |
| Tryin to roll with the girls your callin MixALot a sucker | |
| Who you callin sucker, lipsynching motherfucker | |
| Move the set boy how' s this fiasco | |
| I' m in your gutter and I' m singin like Tabasco, sucker | |
| You better step to the stand by | |
| Because your messin with my Bad Side | |
| Break: scratching mixed in with talking in background | |
| " My, my, my, my, my bad side" | |
| " My Bad Side" | |
| " My, my, my Bad Side" | |
| " My, my, my, my, my bad side" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| Gun in my nose, slap my girl in her face | |
| Took both my beepers and my ill skin case | |
| Snatched all my gold, sucker punk and he' s gone | |
| He made a break for the car and now the chase is on | |
| Rollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yes | |
| Caddy was back but my Benz was in his face | |
| Left toward South Shore, wrong way homey | |
| This street' s for MixALot' s posse only | |
| Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill | |
| Ain' t no place to run so you might as well chill | |
| Jumped from the car like he wanted to run | |
| And Maharashi on the roof yo drop the gun | |
| Punk dropped that, so I dropped mine | |
| You see I' d rather box, than have to use my nine | |
| Punk buckled up from a one, two punch | |
| My girl stomped the sucker with a high heel pump | |
| Cops on my jock, I broke round the block | |
| Chase cars eat dust and G don' t stop | |
| Smoker, you needed drugs for your next high | |
| You pull a gat on my Bad Side | |
| Skit at the end of the song Two guys talking outside Sir MixALot' s house | |
| Guy 1: Alright man, let' s kick the door down and Break in their man, | |
| we can get all his stuff, man, he got gold, man word | |
| the jewelry man and a old Corvette in the garage, I' m a get me in that man | |
| " My Bad Side" | |
| Guy 2: I want him, I want MixALot man | |
| Guy: I know well listen, take him out man | |
| Guy 2: He dissed my sister | |
| Guy: Don' t let him get away man, take his girl out man | |
| Guy: I know my homeboy slapped his girl | |
| Guy 2: I know, yeah, let' s get it, let' s get in, let' s get in | |
| Guy: Kick the door down, ready | |
| Sir MixALot: WELCOME TO MY HOUSE PUNKS, YEAH! | |
| gun blasts yelling | |
| Sir MixALot: That' s right punk, try to run punk | |
| gun blasts yelling | |
| Sir MixALot: Oh you the last one, huh | |
| Guy: Oh, come on Mix, let me go, don' t point that gun | |
| Two gun shots fired | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| You boys got to learn not to step up in my house with that weak gat |