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(Intro - talking) |
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Ha hee!, hee! |
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Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin the cats |
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Why don't you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down |
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(*yelling*) |
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Put it up |
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That's the way I like it there Mix-A-Lot |
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Hey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton picker |
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Picks me up Mix-A-Lot |
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(Break) |
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Now everybody's rappin 'bout |
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Everybody's rappin 'bout |
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Ever - (*repeated*) |
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(Verse 1) |
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Now everybody's rappin 'bout "where's their line?" |
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I'm gonna bust me a brand new rhyme |
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Girlfriend's down and you stomped her freak |
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Shake your hips and act conceit |
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Throw your head high in the air |
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Grab your partner's derriere |
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Fellas in the cut, I know you must be trippin |
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My boy's got them there home girl's quippin |
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Now grab your partner, take a bow |
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If you can't dance, I'll tell you how |
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Wave your hands and take two steps |
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Grab your hips and slide to the left |
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Get all in your partner's face |
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Swerve to the side and show your lace |
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If your a freak then let it show |
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And grab your partner doshy-do (do, do ...) |
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(Verse 2) |
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Now if you think your partner's fine |
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Grab her where the sun don't shine |
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If you can't dance, then tap your toes |
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If your stuck up, turn up your nose |
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Wave your hands from side to side |
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Lean to the left and take a slide |
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Other's DJs know their no match |
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Just look to the stage and the song's that scratched |
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(*scratching*) |
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(Male voice - talking) |
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Rock me babe - 4X |
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(Verse 3) |
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Freaks on the left and freaks on the right |
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Grab your partner, hold him tight |
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Put your hands in his Levi's |
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Hold his rear while he grips your thighs |
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The more you dance, the more I rap |
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The big fat beat makes your toes tap |
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Glen Campbell can't hang with this |
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All you freaks give your man a kiss (look good) |
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(Break) - 4X |
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My beats are icky |
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That why I'm Swass |
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(Break - talking) |
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Beat box |
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Oh Mix-A-Lot I'm feelin it now, cotton picker |
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YEEEE-HA! |
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(Verse 4) |
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Now everybody on the floor clap your hands |
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Stomp to the beat of the one man band |
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Mix-A-Lot brings on the drum machine |
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The bass line riff is "oh, so mean" |
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Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his room |
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With a full tape recorder you can bust jams too |
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Throw your partner across your thigh |
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Tickle her fast, until she starts to cry |
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Whip her to the left, whip her to the right |
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But don't whip her to hard cause her jeans are tight (look good) |
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(Chorus) |
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Get your hands off that girl, boy |
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Seattle rocks |
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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L.A. rocks |
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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Miami rocks |
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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D.C. rocks |
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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Carolina rocks |
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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Houston, Texas rocks |
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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Your momma rocks |
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(to the, to, to, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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London, England rocks |
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
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To the Square Dance Rap, hot damn |
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(Outro - talking) |
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Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that noise cotton picker? |
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Sound like Grand Ole Opry |
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Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say sound like Grand Ole Opry cotton picker |
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Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say |
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To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray |
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His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks |
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If you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix |
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A haha, hey Mix-A-Lot I caught you that time, cotton picker |
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(Break) |
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My beats are icky ... (*drums play until fade*) |