Attack On The Stars Lyrics
| Song | Attack On The Stars |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Swass |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sir Mix-A-Lot | |
| (*sound of alarms in the background*) | |
| "Prepare for Attack on the Stars" | |
| "Prepare for Attack on the Stars" | |
| Five, four, three, two, one | |
| Begin attack | |
| Begin attack | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| AH, hip, Swass, down to be the boss | |
| Hustlin, movin, punks gettin tossed | |
| Stop, It's cocked move back | |
| Don't make a move or I'll drop you in your tracks | |
| Growin, blowin, not hype I'm hyper | |
| I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper | |
| Woo, too swift for the criminals | |
| Banks never gonna measure my decibels | |
| Get it up, this beat's so crazy | |
| Punks like you don't phase me | |
| Big man, muscle in the window | |
| Kickin live in a four door Benzo | |
| Ripped, with muscles I'm furious | |
| MC's almost hip gettin curious | |
| Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue | |
| Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue | |
| Cadillac, some think I'm a mover | |
| But the gold on the wheels might moo ya | |
| I'm in effect with another funky groove | |
| POSSE UP, Mix-A-Lot is on the move | |
| (*sounds of alarms going off*) | |
| "Attack!" | |
| "Attack!" | |
| "Attack!" | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| OH, here we go, I dropped my microphone | |
| Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo | |
| Out West, rollin in a Big Benz | |
| Don't chill, not 'til the song ends | |
| There's the more, now I know you hear it | |
| Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics | |
| You jump, I attack like a animal | |
| No pity, no show at your funeral | |
| Punk, your rap's illiterate | |
| Wanna box boy don't consider it | |
| Ingenius, used to be a good boy | |
| Nine millimeter gat my new toy | |
| Let's go, shuffle for the right shot | |
| Stick and move if you want but you'll get caught | |
| Criminals on the set you ain't nothin | |
| Big Boss in effect I ain't bluffin | |
| (*sounds of alarms going off*) | |
| "Launch Phase 2" | |
| "Launch Phase 2" | |
| "Launch Phase 2" | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| What about this other group, dressed like GQ | |
| Yeah I'm talkin about you | |
| You call yourself rappers, crack another joke | |
| You old smoker, take another tote | |
| You bought 'caine back in San Diego | |
| I saw it when you layed it on the table | |
| Big disappointment to your fans | |
| You wanna throw, let's go for the floor man | |
| WOO, that's controversy | |
| Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy | |
| Superstars watch your back | |
| Yo D, your game was wack | |
| Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead | |
| Your girl calls my name in your bed | |
| Fire, this beat's so hard | |
| New song my Attack on the Stars | |
| "Time is running out" | |
| "Time is running out" | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot] | |
| No time, my rhyme's runnin out a fuel | |
| Here's the part you decide if you wanna do | |
| Count it up, the duckets from the Swass tour | |
| Buckle up for the pain you will endure | |
| Movin, runnin, slick plus cunnin | |
| Girlies on my straw cause I rap so stunnin | |
| Loaded with amnition, uzi ammunition | |
| Tongue lashin suckers, black it like a statistican | |
| Satisfied never, nothin could be better | |
| Roll a gold Caddy, wearin white troop leather | |
| Packin dual handguns, rippin up the nation | |
| Droppin enemies so hard, they type, they wouldn't want none | |
| Inhale (*inhaling noise*) here we go again | |
| The story of my life, everyday's a perfect ten | |
| Always gettin caught with tactical equipment | |
| Bringin in my uzi on the UPS shipment | |
| Cut 'em, droppin 'em, no one says I copy 'em | |
| Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin 'em | |
| Old school, new school, make no, never mind | |
| Your foundation's just been undermind | |
| Slice, roast those big boys | |
| Banks don't matter you will be destroyed | |
| Up and down the rap world goes | |
| The radio rotation dominated by your flow | |
| But I'm comin, radio or not | |
| It's your record label, they kept me on the block | |
| My posse's new attitude | |
| No mercy on the stars, and that includes you | |
| (*alarm goes off*) | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] | |
| So what is it man | |
| What's this dude been saying | |
| AW, it is, it's my Attack on the Stars | |
| Out there effecting you audience punks | |
| You oughta be ashamed | |
| You know who it is, it's the big man | |
| And I'm rich with it | |
| Yeah, sucker | |
| (*beat stops*) | |
| [Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] (Voice in background) | |
| A Ha, out there pumpin that heat, boy | |
| (I've been just smokin man) | |
| Please, you ain't with this | |
| (I've been just smokin) | |
| Smoker | |
| (yeah) | |
| Smoker, I said it | |
| (*laughing in background*) | |
| Yeah, and what's up man | |
| (what's up) | |
| Yeah, and this punk know what's happenin | |
| (yeah) | |
| (*sounds of high fives*) |
| zuo ci : Sir MixALot | |
| sound of alarms in the background | |
| " Prepare for Attack on the Stars" | |
| " Prepare for Attack on the Stars" | |
| Five, four, three, two, one | |
| Begin attack | |
| Begin attack | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| AH, hip, Swass, down to be the boss | |
| Hustlin, movin, punks gettin tossed | |
| Stop, It' s cocked move back | |
| Don' t make a move or I' ll drop you in your tracks | |
| Growin, blowin, not hype I' m hyper | |
| I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper | |
| Woo, too swift for the criminals | |
| Banks never gonna measure my decibels | |
| Get it up, this beat' s so crazy | |
| Punks like you don' t phase me | |
| Big man, muscle in the window | |
| Kickin live in a four door Benzo | |
| Ripped, with muscles I' m furious | |
| MC' s almost hip gettin curious | |
| MixALot the maker of revenue | |
| Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue | |
| Cadillac, some think I' m a mover | |
| But the gold on the wheels might moo ya | |
| I' m in effect with another funky groove | |
| POSSE UP, MixALot is on the move | |
| sounds of alarms going off | |
| " Attack!" | |
| " Attack!" | |
| " Attack!" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| OH, here we go, I dropped my microphone | |
| Picked it up, now I' m back on your stereo | |
| Out West, rollin in a Big Benz | |
| Don' t chill, not ' til the song ends | |
| There' s the more, now I know you hear it | |
| Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics | |
| You jump, I attack like a animal | |
| No pity, no show at your funeral | |
| Punk, your rap' s illiterate | |
| Wanna box boy don' t consider it | |
| Ingenius, used to be a good boy | |
| Nine millimeter gat my new toy | |
| Let' s go, shuffle for the right shot | |
| Stick and move if you want but you' ll get caught | |
| Criminals on the set you ain' t nothin | |
| Big Boss in effect I ain' t bluffin | |
| sounds of alarms going off | |
| " Launch Phase 2" | |
| " Launch Phase 2" | |
| " Launch Phase 2" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| What about this other group, dressed like GQ | |
| Yeah I' m talkin about you | |
| You call yourself rappers, crack another joke | |
| You old smoker, take another tote | |
| You bought ' caine back in San Diego | |
| I saw it when you layed it on the table | |
| Big disappointment to your fans | |
| You wanna throw, let' s go for the floor man | |
| WOO, that' s controversy | |
| Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy | |
| Superstars watch your back | |
| Yo D, your game was wack | |
| Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead | |
| Your girl calls my name in your bed | |
| Fire, this beat' s so hard | |
| New song my Attack on the Stars | |
| " Time is running out" | |
| " Time is running out" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| No time, my rhyme' s runnin out a fuel | |
| Here' s the part you decide if you wanna do | |
| Count it up, the duckets from the Swass tour | |
| Buckle up for the pain you will endure | |
| Movin, runnin, slick plus cunnin | |
| Girlies on my straw cause I rap so stunnin | |
| Loaded with amnition, uzi ammunition | |
| Tongue lashin suckers, black it like a statistican | |
| Satisfied never, nothin could be better | |
| Roll a gold Caddy, wearin white troop leather | |
| Packin dual handguns, rippin up the nation | |
| Droppin enemies so hard, they type, they wouldn' t want none | |
| Inhale inhaling noise here we go again | |
| The story of my life, everyday' s a perfect ten | |
| Always gettin caught with tactical equipment | |
| Bringin in my uzi on the UPS shipment | |
| Cut ' em, droppin ' em, no one says I copy ' em | |
| Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I' m rockin ' em | |
| Old school, new school, make no, never mind | |
| Your foundation' s just been undermind | |
| Slice, roast those big boys | |
| Banks don' t matter you will be destroyed | |
| Up and down the rap world goes | |
| The radio rotation dominated by your flow | |
| But I' m comin, radio or not | |
| It' s your record label, they kept me on the block | |
| My posse' s new attitude | |
| No mercy on the stars, and that includes you | |
| alarm goes off | |
| Sir MixALot talking | |
| So what is it man | |
| What' s this dude been saying | |
| AW, it is, it' s my Attack on the Stars | |
| Out there effecting you audience punks | |
| You oughta be ashamed | |
| You know who it is, it' s the big man | |
| And I' m rich with it | |
| Yeah, sucker | |
| beat stops | |
| Sir MixALot talking Voice in background | |
| A Ha, out there pumpin that heat, boy | |
| I' ve been just smokin man | |
| Please, you ain' t with this | |
| I' ve been just smokin | |
| Smoker | |
| yeah | |
| Smoker, I said it | |
| laughing in background | |
| Yeah, and what' s up man | |
| what' s up | |
| Yeah, and this punk know what' s happenin | |
| yeah | |
| sounds of high fives |
| zuò cí : Sir MixALot | |
| sound of alarms in the background | |
| " Prepare for Attack on the Stars" | |
| " Prepare for Attack on the Stars" | |
| Five, four, three, two, one | |
| Begin attack | |
| Begin attack | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| AH, hip, Swass, down to be the boss | |
| Hustlin, movin, punks gettin tossed | |
| Stop, It' s cocked move back | |
| Don' t make a move or I' ll drop you in your tracks | |
| Growin, blowin, not hype I' m hyper | |
| I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper | |
| Woo, too swift for the criminals | |
| Banks never gonna measure my decibels | |
| Get it up, this beat' s so crazy | |
| Punks like you don' t phase me | |
| Big man, muscle in the window | |
| Kickin live in a four door Benzo | |
| Ripped, with muscles I' m furious | |
| MC' s almost hip gettin curious | |
| MixALot the maker of revenue | |
| Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue | |
| Cadillac, some think I' m a mover | |
| But the gold on the wheels might moo ya | |
| I' m in effect with another funky groove | |
| POSSE UP, MixALot is on the move | |
| sounds of alarms going off | |
| " Attack!" | |
| " Attack!" | |
| " Attack!" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| OH, here we go, I dropped my microphone | |
| Picked it up, now I' m back on your stereo | |
| Out West, rollin in a Big Benz | |
| Don' t chill, not ' til the song ends | |
| There' s the more, now I know you hear it | |
| Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics | |
| You jump, I attack like a animal | |
| No pity, no show at your funeral | |
| Punk, your rap' s illiterate | |
| Wanna box boy don' t consider it | |
| Ingenius, used to be a good boy | |
| Nine millimeter gat my new toy | |
| Let' s go, shuffle for the right shot | |
| Stick and move if you want but you' ll get caught | |
| Criminals on the set you ain' t nothin | |
| Big Boss in effect I ain' t bluffin | |
| sounds of alarms going off | |
| " Launch Phase 2" | |
| " Launch Phase 2" | |
| " Launch Phase 2" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| What about this other group, dressed like GQ | |
| Yeah I' m talkin about you | |
| You call yourself rappers, crack another joke | |
| You old smoker, take another tote | |
| You bought ' caine back in San Diego | |
| I saw it when you layed it on the table | |
| Big disappointment to your fans | |
| You wanna throw, let' s go for the floor man | |
| WOO, that' s controversy | |
| Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy | |
| Superstars watch your back | |
| Yo D, your game was wack | |
| Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead | |
| Your girl calls my name in your bed | |
| Fire, this beat' s so hard | |
| New song my Attack on the Stars | |
| " Time is running out" | |
| " Time is running out" | |
| Sir MixALot | |
| No time, my rhyme' s runnin out a fuel | |
| Here' s the part you decide if you wanna do | |
| Count it up, the duckets from the Swass tour | |
| Buckle up for the pain you will endure | |
| Movin, runnin, slick plus cunnin | |
| Girlies on my straw cause I rap so stunnin | |
| Loaded with amnition, uzi ammunition | |
| Tongue lashin suckers, black it like a statistican | |
| Satisfied never, nothin could be better | |
| Roll a gold Caddy, wearin white troop leather | |
| Packin dual handguns, rippin up the nation | |
| Droppin enemies so hard, they type, they wouldn' t want none | |
| Inhale inhaling noise here we go again | |
| The story of my life, everyday' s a perfect ten | |
| Always gettin caught with tactical equipment | |
| Bringin in my uzi on the UPS shipment | |
| Cut ' em, droppin ' em, no one says I copy ' em | |
| Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I' m rockin ' em | |
| Old school, new school, make no, never mind | |
| Your foundation' s just been undermind | |
| Slice, roast those big boys | |
| Banks don' t matter you will be destroyed | |
| Up and down the rap world goes | |
| The radio rotation dominated by your flow | |
| But I' m comin, radio or not | |
| It' s your record label, they kept me on the block | |
| My posse' s new attitude | |
| No mercy on the stars, and that includes you | |
| alarm goes off | |
| Sir MixALot talking | |
| So what is it man | |
| What' s this dude been saying | |
| AW, it is, it' s my Attack on the Stars | |
| Out there effecting you audience punks | |
| You oughta be ashamed | |
| You know who it is, it' s the big man | |
| And I' m rich with it | |
| Yeah, sucker | |
| beat stops | |
| Sir MixALot talking Voice in background | |
| A Ha, out there pumpin that heat, boy | |
| I' ve been just smokin man | |
| Please, you ain' t with this | |
| I' ve been just smokin | |
| Smoker | |
| yeah | |
| Smoker, I said it | |
| laughing in background | |
| Yeah, and what' s up man | |
| what' s up | |
| Yeah, and this punk know what' s happenin | |
| yeah | |
| sounds of high fives |
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