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Title: Sir Mix-A-Lot "My Hooptie"
Description: Inextricably linked with his pop culture touchstone "Baby Got Back," Sir Mix-A-Lot parlayed a gonzo tribute to women with large buttocks into hip-hop immortality, even despite his failure to score another hit of its magnitude. But even before he struck crossover gold, Sir Mix-A-Lot was one of rap's great D.I.Y. success stories. Coming from a city -- Seattle -- with barely any hip-hop scene to speak of, Mix-A-Lot co-founded his own record label, promoted his music himself, produced all his own tracks, and essentially pulled himself up by the proverbial American bootstraps. Even before "Baby Got Back," Mix-A-Lot was a platinum-selling album artist with a strong following in the hip-hop community, known for bouncy, danceable, bass-heavy tracks indebted to old-school electro.
Description: Inextricably linked with his pop culture touchstone "Baby Got Back," Sir Mix-A-Lot parlayed a gonzo tribute to women with large buttocks into hip-hop immortality, even despite his failure to score another hit of its magnitude. But even before he struck crossover gold, Sir Mix-A-Lot was one of rap's great D.I.Y. success stories. Coming from a city -- Seattle -- with barely any hip-hop scene to speak of, Mix-A-Lot co-founded his own record label, promoted his music himself, produced all his own tracks, and essentially pulled himself up by the proverbial American bootstraps. Even before "Baby Got Back," Mix-A-Lot was a platinum-selling album artist with a strong following in the hip-hop community, known for bouncy, danceable, bass-heavy tracks indebted to old-school electro.
Title: Sir Mix-A-Lot-Jump On It
Description: Comment Or Rate Download Link: http://www.zshare.net/audio/13870050c8b2eb73/ Infomation: In 1996, Sir Mix-A-Lot played off of the lyrics to Sugarhill Gang's "Apache" in his hit version of "Jump on It". (lyrics) Ho, Ho, Ho (I know I ain't hear somebody say nuthin about hoes up in here, sshhh, ooh lord) What's up Dallas, what's up (x2) Dallas jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up San Antone, what's up (x2) San Antonio jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Austin, what's up (x2) Austin jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Houston, what's up (x2) Houston jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord) Welcome to the 2 1 4 Big B, D Texas Let mr. sexes flex this lexus And this where the cowboys play They battle with my team from the bay Frisco Now I'm from the northwest But I likes my soul food So I'm calling up an old groove And I'm a brother with a gut So, hello Keana, can ya take us out to Poppa Doughs And don't forget about San Antone The last time I went thru I took three broads home And much love love to the brothers in Austin And the 5 1 2 I'm flossin in Lawston A state that's as big as hell And I spot two bad ass girls in a tercel They said what's up? And I said whassup? (We're going to Houston) And I said giddy up, U-turn What's up Phoenix, what's up (x2) Phoenix jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Cali, what's up (x2) California jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Vegas, what's up (x2) Las Vegas jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Sea-town, what's up (x2) Seattle jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord) Welcome to the 6 0 2 It's a 105 in the shade And I'm sippin on a lemonade Phoenix Arizona puts the heat up on ya I should warn ya The girls as fine as California Speaking of Cali Check your mack daddy He gots game, and knocks dames from Redding to the Valley And I can pull'em on a TJ border I even knock mr. G's daughter And come on up to the 7 0 2 Where it's legal to gamble, and hoing is too The kinda city I could run wit Las Vegas na vi dad, I love it Back to the 2 0 6 Double up my grits And Sea-town giving po po fits Chasing the skirts like a playa supposed ta 348 roasta HIT IT! (ho, ho, ho... ooh Lord) What's up Atlanta, what's up (x2) Atlanta jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Orlando, what's up (x2) Orlando jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Miami, what's up (x2) Miami jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Tampa, what's up (x2) Tampa jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Coming thru the 4 0 4 Olympic summer, Atlanta, so lets go Calling up my homeboy Daddy Ray (Aiy Ray, what's up with the girls in GA) And Ray got the situation handled We gonna stack up six deep And ride to Orlando To the 4 0 7 Calling up Magic Mike, we rolls in about eleven The gut getta gotta good ol' nine The next dat I gotta mash to the 3 0 5 I get G'd like I wanna in Miami You undastand me, I put that on my grammie And swing on up to the 8 1 3 Around Tampa, I'm dialing up Stephanie She got me polished like chrome Sittin on a throne I'm wore out know, I'm going home (Ooh lord) What's up K.C., what's up (x2) Kansas City jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Cleveland, what's up What's up Cincinnati, what's up Columbus jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Little Rock, what's up (x2) Little Rock jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Denver, what's up (x2) Denver jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord) What's up Chicago, what's up (x2) Chicago jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Portland, what's up (x2) Portland jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up St. Louie, what's up What's up East Side, what's up St. Louis jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Tacoma, what's up (x2) Tacoma jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Description: Comment Or Rate Download Link: http://www.zshare.net/audio/13870050c8b2eb73/ Infomation: In 1996, Sir Mix-A-Lot played off of the lyrics to Sugarhill Gang's "Apache" in his hit version of "Jump on It". (lyrics) Ho, Ho, Ho (I know I ain't hear somebody say nuthin about hoes up in here, sshhh, ooh lord) What's up Dallas, what's up (x2) Dallas jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up San Antone, what's up (x2) San Antonio jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Austin, what's up (x2) Austin jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Houston, what's up (x2) Houston jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord) Welcome to the 2 1 4 Big B, D Texas Let mr. sexes flex this lexus And this where the cowboys play They battle with my team from the bay Frisco Now I'm from the northwest But I likes my soul food So I'm calling up an old groove And I'm a brother with a gut So, hello Keana, can ya take us out to Poppa Doughs And don't forget about San Antone The last time I went thru I took three broads home And much love love to the brothers in Austin And the 5 1 2 I'm flossin in Lawston A state that's as big as hell And I spot two bad ass girls in a tercel They said what's up? And I said whassup? (We're going to Houston) And I said giddy up, U-turn What's up Phoenix, what's up (x2) Phoenix jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Cali, what's up (x2) California jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Vegas, what's up (x2) Las Vegas jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Sea-town, what's up (x2) Seattle jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord) Welcome to the 6 0 2 It's a 105 in the shade And I'm sippin on a lemonade Phoenix Arizona puts the heat up on ya I should warn ya The girls as fine as California Speaking of Cali Check your mack daddy He gots game, and knocks dames from Redding to the Valley And I can pull'em on a TJ border I even knock mr. G's daughter And come on up to the 7 0 2 Where it's legal to gamble, and hoing is too The kinda city I could run wit Las Vegas na vi dad, I love it Back to the 2 0 6 Double up my grits And Sea-town giving po po fits Chasing the skirts like a playa supposed ta 348 roasta HIT IT! (ho, ho, ho... ooh Lord) What's up Atlanta, what's up (x2) Atlanta jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Orlando, what's up (x2) Orlando jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Miami, what's up (x2) Miami jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Tampa, what's up (x2) Tampa jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Coming thru the 4 0 4 Olympic summer, Atlanta, so lets go Calling up my homeboy Daddy Ray (Aiy Ray, what's up with the girls in GA) And Ray got the situation handled We gonna stack up six deep And ride to Orlando To the 4 0 7 Calling up Magic Mike, we rolls in about eleven The gut getta gotta good ol' nine The next dat I gotta mash to the 3 0 5 I get G'd like I wanna in Miami You undastand me, I put that on my grammie And swing on up to the 8 1 3 Around Tampa, I'm dialing up Stephanie She got me polished like chrome Sittin on a throne I'm wore out know, I'm going home (Ooh lord) What's up K.C., what's up (x2) Kansas City jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Cleveland, what's up What's up Cincinnati, what's up Columbus jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Little Rock, what's up (x2) Little Rock jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Denver, what's up (x2) Denver jump on it, jump on it, jump on it (Ooh lord) What's up Chicago, what's up (x2) Chicago jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Portland, what's up (x2) Portland jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up St. Louie, what's up What's up East Side, what's up St. Louis jump on it, jump on it, jump on it What's up Tacoma, what's up (x2) Tacoma jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Title: Posse On Broadway - Sir - Mix - A- Lot
Description: Posse On Broadway - Sir - Mix - A- Lot
Description: Posse On Broadway - Sir - Mix - A- Lot
Title: Don't Cha ( Pussycat Dolls )
Description: The Pussycat Dolls are an award-winning American music, dance and burlesque ensemble founded by choreographer Robin Antin in 1995. It began as a dance troupe based in Los Angeles, was "re-cast" as a pop group in 2003, and expanded in 2005 with a parallel troupe at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada. The group released their first single in 2004, and have gone on to international commercial success. "Don't Cha" is a 2004 song written by Cee-Lo and Sir Mix A Lot. First recorded by Tori Alamaze in 2004, it was then a hit cover version in 2005 for The Pussycat Dolls and Busta Rhymes. It was the Dolls' second single after 'Sway' from their debut album PCD. The chorus of the song is based on Sir Mix A Lot's 1988 song "Swass" ("Don't you wish your boyfriend was swass like me?"). Tori Alamaze's 2004 single reached number fifty-three on the Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart. Writer/Producer Cee-Lo used the same backing track as the basis for The Pussycat Dolls' recording. The Dolls' single version (the 'radio edit') added a rap by Busta Rhymes and became a number-one hit in the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, Germany and New Zealand and a number two hit in the United States.
Description: The Pussycat Dolls are an award-winning American music, dance and burlesque ensemble founded by choreographer Robin Antin in 1995. It began as a dance troupe based in Los Angeles, was "re-cast" as a pop group in 2003, and expanded in 2005 with a parallel troupe at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada. The group released their first single in 2004, and have gone on to international commercial success. "Don't Cha" is a 2004 song written by Cee-Lo and Sir Mix A Lot. First recorded by Tori Alamaze in 2004, it was then a hit cover version in 2005 for The Pussycat Dolls and Busta Rhymes. It was the Dolls' second single after 'Sway' from their debut album PCD. The chorus of the song is based on Sir Mix A Lot's 1988 song "Swass" ("Don't you wish your boyfriend was swass like me?"). Tori Alamaze's 2004 single reached number fifty-three on the Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart. Writer/Producer Cee-Lo used the same backing track as the basis for The Pussycat Dolls' recording. The Dolls' single version (the 'radio edit') added a rap by Busta Rhymes and became a number-one hit in the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, Germany and New Zealand and a number two hit in the United States.
Title: Monsta Mack - Sir Mix A Lot (lyrics)
Description: Stereo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvyWIRLtSM8&fmt=18 Lyrics Run for the hills cause the mack is back I'm hookin' up girls by fact If you're stacked You can rub a big mack I gotta gat So don't worry about scraps (no, no) Five foot eleven with a seven foot game Gotta big mouth piece and I show no shame Monsta kinky have no morals Monsta loves to get oral (ummmm!) Got ten cars and the girls like that I was born and bred to be a mack Once your sign is played You gotta put a style in your game now a days In the sixty's girls was all high LSD had 'em given up thighs The baby boom was on I droppped No more woodstock but now you got Mix-A-Lot So put me in your CD changer Watch your girl cause Mix'll rearrange her Ooo, he's sexist Doo, he's sexist Keepin Rush Limbaugh restless Well I'm da' mack and that抯 monsta Straight chase girls through the tail cause I wants to You can call it whack But you respect this black When it comes to game I'm a monsta mack -Chorus: Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough Big Mack, Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough I'm a monsta mack Lookin for sex Bih bih bih big big mack Strike the pose But she aint nasty as me Cause Mix-A-Lot is stuck on freaky Can't stop tappin that tweety Give it to the needy Nope, cause I'm too damn greedy Here I go walking through the mall Don't play ball But I got game for 'em all Focus on a victim, Focus on a victim Mr. Richard is hot so lets sick em And like a tomahawk jumpinon a scud Girl you got to gimp my puhh The pick up king is back buddy Tryinto give lessons to these thick ass ballers and understudies I'm not tryinto call you no bitch girl Don't give a damn if your poor or rich girl And we can play a pool And I'm pokinthat 8-ball cool And the bootys I still like the bootys She got a little waist doinsquats just to keep me on my duty Giant size games what I droppinStraight freaks with these thick ol' gluts is what I'm knockinNow the right wing wanna test me If likinsex is a crime then you arrest me But don't tell me who to sing to Jack Cause a third of your life is in the sack I'm a monsta mack -Chorus- Drivinmy car by the bus stop Till I spot a young cutie straight suckindown a soda pop Baby girl's winkinMix-A-Lot's thinkinHope this girl's feet ain抰 stankinHere we go Swing by Franglors Get a little Soul Food Now you got a brother in the mood Damn gotta get her home with the quickness For this warriors a witness No need to put my girls on tilt Cause straight up game will get your milk The nasty dog is back With straight pimp game black Ain抰 no shame I'm a monsta mack -Chorus-
Description: Stereo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvyWIRLtSM8&fmt=18 Lyrics Run for the hills cause the mack is back I'm hookin' up girls by fact If you're stacked You can rub a big mack I gotta gat So don't worry about scraps (no, no) Five foot eleven with a seven foot game Gotta big mouth piece and I show no shame Monsta kinky have no morals Monsta loves to get oral (ummmm!) Got ten cars and the girls like that I was born and bred to be a mack Once your sign is played You gotta put a style in your game now a days In the sixty's girls was all high LSD had 'em given up thighs The baby boom was on I droppped No more woodstock but now you got Mix-A-Lot So put me in your CD changer Watch your girl cause Mix'll rearrange her Ooo, he's sexist Doo, he's sexist Keepin Rush Limbaugh restless Well I'm da' mack and that抯 monsta Straight chase girls through the tail cause I wants to You can call it whack But you respect this black When it comes to game I'm a monsta mack -Chorus: Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough Big Mack, Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough I'm a monsta mack Lookin for sex Bih bih bih big big mack Strike the pose But she aint nasty as me Cause Mix-A-Lot is stuck on freaky Can't stop tappin that tweety Give it to the needy Nope, cause I'm too damn greedy Here I go walking through the mall Don't play ball But I got game for 'em all Focus on a victim, Focus on a victim Mr. Richard is hot so lets sick em And like a tomahawk jumpinon a scud Girl you got to gimp my puhh The pick up king is back buddy Tryinto give lessons to these thick ass ballers and understudies I'm not tryinto call you no bitch girl Don't give a damn if your poor or rich girl And we can play a pool And I'm pokinthat 8-ball cool And the bootys I still like the bootys She got a little waist doinsquats just to keep me on my duty Giant size games what I droppinStraight freaks with these thick ol' gluts is what I'm knockinNow the right wing wanna test me If likinsex is a crime then you arrest me But don't tell me who to sing to Jack Cause a third of your life is in the sack I'm a monsta mack -Chorus- Drivinmy car by the bus stop Till I spot a young cutie straight suckindown a soda pop Baby girl's winkinMix-A-Lot's thinkinHope this girl's feet ain抰 stankinHere we go Swing by Franglors Get a little Soul Food Now you got a brother in the mood Damn gotta get her home with the quickness For this warriors a witness No need to put my girls on tilt Cause straight up game will get your milk The nasty dog is back With straight pimp game black Ain抰 no shame I'm a monsta mack -Chorus-
Title: Sir Mix-A-Lot - National Anthem
Description: Sir Mix-A-Lot - National Anthem
Description: Sir Mix-A-Lot - National Anthem
Title: Beepers - DrewTube x Sinden and the Count of Monte Cristal
Description: Video mix for that ass. Beepers are the name of the game. Sinden x Monte Cristal x Sir Mix-A-Lot x Caddy Shack x DrewBl00d juea its real. DrewTube is a Live YouTube video mix brought to you by Drew Blood. For more info hit up YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com Freak out
Description: Video mix for that ass. Beepers are the name of the game. Sinden x Monte Cristal x Sir Mix-A-Lot x Caddy Shack x DrewBl00d juea its real. DrewTube is a Live YouTube video mix brought to you by Drew Blood. For more info hit up YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com YoDrew.com Freak out
Title: Mudhoney & Sir Mix A Lot - Freak Momma
Description: Mudhoney & Sir Mix A Lot - Freak Momma
Description: Mudhoney & Sir Mix A Lot - Freak Momma
Title: Take My Stash - Sir Mix A Lot (lyrics)
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYb7k3wUgxg&fmt=18 Lyrics Huh! There's a black man livin in a big (big) house Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars One of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) stars Me, rollin in the AMG still ?Six slater? with the monochrome grille Don't serve birds but I'm livin like a king But the IRS got a thing for a brother like me Uncle Sam wanna buy another missile (yep) Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm) I made a few mil' and the auditors come Sounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep) Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept But I'm back, the black dynamo's on track I got jack for the big tax Yep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm) Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED OUT Helicopters over my house (my house) Takin pictures of a brother in his draws wit his thing out (uhh) Livin the life of a suspected crook Cause I never play the game by the book If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass Cause the IRS, Is gonna take yo stash Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wan' take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash? D-O-T came to my house, tell me wassup You wanna huff and puff and take a brother's stuff? Then I saw the treasury badge - This is bigger than One-Time, so I got mad So what do ya got to say about me, The M-I-X-A-L-O, T? He starts scopin my house, havin his doubts About a brother with street AND bank clout His partner was writin on a thick (thick) pad Checkin out the goodies that Mix (Mix) had Trippin off the things that I bought (bought) cash Tryin to send a brother up-state (state) fast Yep (yep), livin on the edge, I swear The government is tryin to keep a brother (brother) scared Rappers wanna talk about, life's unfair? Well I've seen the eyes of the big bad bear TAXMAN COMIN, TAXMAN TAKIN TAXMAN'S A PIMP, SO THE TAXMAN BREAKIN (yeah) Ordered my books, now who's the real crooks? On the streets, now I'm gettin funny looks ('sup fool?) Everybody's thinkin I'm broke (broke) Do I smoke (smoke), or am I sellin the coke? Now I'm keepin my receipts for the gas, Cause the IRS, Is tryin to take my stash Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wan' take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash? But +I Checks My Bank+ so I paid 'em (yep) They put a tap on my phone and I made 'em (mmm) I paid 'em, two hundred and eighty-five G's And now it's just a ninety-one fee (god damn) I ain't tellin no lies, fool, 'cause I'm real with this And muthafuckas can't deal with this Some call me the sixty mil' man And now I'm trippin off a uncle named Sam But a mack just can't go bank (bank) rupt Still payin well 'cause I make (make) cuts Accountants on the regular, checkin my ends Bought another fresh drop top (top) Benz Yep yep yep, +Just Da Pimpin in Me+ Twenty G's on the block when I hit L.B. Stashed a lil' bread in the ninety-three Bill collectors don't see me, G! In this fort, I'm the man with the miracle torque To pull through all sorts of them tax ?odds? In '94, I know I gotta think fast Cause they'll be back, tryin to take my stash (work too hard) Why you wanna take my stash? (work too hard) Why you wan' take my stash? (work too hard) Break it on down! Ha ha, bring it back! Why you wanna take my stash? Huh! Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash, fool? Yuh! Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash ... mista guv' nah? Why you wanna take my staaaashhhh
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYb7k3wUgxg&fmt=18 Lyrics Huh! There's a black man livin in a big (big) house Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars One of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) stars Me, rollin in the AMG still ?Six slater? with the monochrome grille Don't serve birds but I'm livin like a king But the IRS got a thing for a brother like me Uncle Sam wanna buy another missile (yep) Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm) I made a few mil' and the auditors come Sounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep) Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept But I'm back, the black dynamo's on track I got jack for the big tax Yep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm) Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED OUT Helicopters over my house (my house) Takin pictures of a brother in his draws wit his thing out (uhh) Livin the life of a suspected crook Cause I never play the game by the book If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass Cause the IRS, Is gonna take yo stash Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wan' take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash? D-O-T came to my house, tell me wassup You wanna huff and puff and take a brother's stuff? Then I saw the treasury badge - This is bigger than One-Time, so I got mad So what do ya got to say about me, The M-I-X-A-L-O, T? He starts scopin my house, havin his doubts About a brother with street AND bank clout His partner was writin on a thick (thick) pad Checkin out the goodies that Mix (Mix) had Trippin off the things that I bought (bought) cash Tryin to send a brother up-state (state) fast Yep (yep), livin on the edge, I swear The government is tryin to keep a brother (brother) scared Rappers wanna talk about, life's unfair? Well I've seen the eyes of the big bad bear TAXMAN COMIN, TAXMAN TAKIN TAXMAN'S A PIMP, SO THE TAXMAN BREAKIN (yeah) Ordered my books, now who's the real crooks? On the streets, now I'm gettin funny looks ('sup fool?) Everybody's thinkin I'm broke (broke) Do I smoke (smoke), or am I sellin the coke? Now I'm keepin my receipts for the gas, Cause the IRS, Is tryin to take my stash Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wan' take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash? But +I Checks My Bank+ so I paid 'em (yep) They put a tap on my phone and I made 'em (mmm) I paid 'em, two hundred and eighty-five G's And now it's just a ninety-one fee (god damn) I ain't tellin no lies, fool, 'cause I'm real with this And muthafuckas can't deal with this Some call me the sixty mil' man And now I'm trippin off a uncle named Sam But a mack just can't go bank (bank) rupt Still payin well 'cause I make (make) cuts Accountants on the regular, checkin my ends Bought another fresh drop top (top) Benz Yep yep yep, +Just Da Pimpin in Me+ Twenty G's on the block when I hit L.B. Stashed a lil' bread in the ninety-three Bill collectors don't see me, G! In this fort, I'm the man with the miracle torque To pull through all sorts of them tax ?odds? In '94, I know I gotta think fast Cause they'll be back, tryin to take my stash (work too hard) Why you wanna take my stash? (work too hard) Why you wan' take my stash? (work too hard) Break it on down! Ha ha, bring it back! Why you wanna take my stash? Huh! Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash, fool? Yuh! Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash? Why you wanna take my stash ... mista guv' nah? Why you wanna take my staaaashhhh
Title: Sir Mix-a-lot - Baby Got Back (I Like Big Butts)
Description: Released in 1992, Baby Got Back was top of the American Charts for a month. A classic in my opinion, Enjoy :) I did not make this video, i am just uploading it. All rights reserved to Sir Mix-a-lot and Def American.
Description: Released in 1992, Baby Got Back was top of the American Charts for a month. A classic in my opinion, Enjoy :) I did not make this video, i am just uploading it. All rights reserved to Sir Mix-a-lot and Def American.
Title: What's Real - Sir Mix A Lot (lyrics)
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fTGnGi82_E&fmt=18 Lyrics [Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot] 1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set I got tired of watchin "Good Times" feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt She got a .38 sittin in her purse Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse So how in the hell could you tell Mix That I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age six Young buck, just graduate And your lyin when you say your street educated Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty So stop frontin to your friends like you knew me Cause you don't and you never did, kid So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did To all ya real, when ya claimin ya gang bang Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games When you was still at home doin nice things Back in the days of turtle wax on Cadillacs Life to a brother was hoes and macks I had to come up some way Pimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school me Why moms was puttin in eight to twelve I was in the hood gettin schooled on makin mail I can't let my moms die a poor black sister Gotta make her richer So tell me what's real, partner [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot] (Da-da-da-down for mine) (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?) So what's real fool? (Da-da-da-down for mine) (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?) [Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot] Back when MLK Way was Empire Way I was stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say Better get what you can get before you get got Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fTGnGi82_E&fmt=18 Lyrics [Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot] 1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set I got tired of watchin "Good Times" feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt She got a .38 sittin in her purse Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse So how in the hell could you tell Mix That I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age six Young buck, just graduate And your lyin when you say your street educated Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty So stop frontin to your friends like you knew me Cause you don't and you never did, kid So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did To all ya real, when ya claimin ya gang bang Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games When you was still at home doin nice things Back in the days of turtle wax on Cadillacs Life to a brother was hoes and macks I had to come up some way Pimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school me Why moms was puttin in eight to twelve I was in the hood gettin schooled on makin mail I can't let my moms die a poor black sister Gotta make her richer So tell me what's real, partner [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot] (Da-da-da-down for mine) (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?) So what's real fool? (Da-da-da-down for mine) (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?) [Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot] Back when MLK Way was Empire Way I was stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say Better get what you can get before you get got Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice
Title: Sir Mix A Lot - Square Dance rap (Rodeo Drive mix 12")
Description: Next up we have a favourite cut with the street sounds electro generation! This was released on the streetwave label in 1986. We all know 'baby got back' but 6 years earlier this is what Sir mix was rapping about!!! Break it!!
Description: Next up we have a favourite cut with the street sounds electro generation! This was released on the streetwave label in 1986. We all know 'baby got back' but 6 years earlier this is what Sir mix was rapping about!!! Break it!!
Title: Ride - Sir Mix A Lot
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kih5b499Qis&fmt=18 Lyrics Shake, to, my flow Let it go when you shake that coco +I Got Game+, so whatcha know Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo Oo-chie, coo-chie Still lookin for the supa booty Rump, chaser, rump snatcha Huh, get 'em on camera Call me a jockey Cause I'm ridin them skirts and I talk real cocky Ol mackin-ass Mix is back I'm slangin that game on 28 tracks Yep yep, pack 'em in a Benz Take 'em to my house, straight let 'em all in Call Mix-a-Lot a slut? I might get banned, but I still like BUTTS Mmmmm! lay 'em on the table Dr. Richard's willin and able Not sexist, just sexy Do I like sistas? Well, let's see She's thick, walkin with a switch Carryin a beeper, ya betta not call her no bitch When it comes to a snack-pack I can't lie I wanna RIDE! Can I RIDE? I wanna RIDE! x2 Shake 'em up like you're playin them craps Two snake eyes puttin fellas on tap What I'm sayin ain't popular nowadays But it ain't good without the mayonnaise I, can-not dance But I'm good when ya hit that stance Wham, bam, met a girl named Pam I poke and thank you ma'am Ain't no, drag in my bag Gotta do me cause I don't play tag Six-double-o hoop, costs loot Hit the gas she'll scoot When ya dance, I'm on ya When ya walk, I'm on ya When ya moan, I'm on ya I'm that +Nasty Dog+ and I tried to warn ya To the 'tel, to the 'tel we go Don't need a bed cause I'm good on the floor When a chocolate masterpiece walks by, I wanna RIDE! Can I RIDE, baby? I wanna RIDE! RIDE I'm like Tyrannosaurus Rex I sense movement then I gotta wreck shop I'm on top but down to flip-flop *scratching* 'Don't stop' So, I, won't stop Love to see that thang go pop Don't be, phony, baby show me I can ride yo pony Saddle up n' go, you can show Bo He don't know You, can, put it on a man Make me yo number one fan Some brothers wanna claim they're down Puttin on fronts like clowns But I'm packin this 9 in my glove Givin nothin but the females love, yeah! Ain't no sissy in me 4-4 mags ain't never been friendly But I like the girls +Cake Boys+ get scared in the kitty-cat world But I'm not the one to come cake Baby this game is straight Fellas in the house, you can't deny! ALL y'all wants to RIDE! I wanna RIDE! x3
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kih5b499Qis&fmt=18 Lyrics Shake, to, my flow Let it go when you shake that coco +I Got Game+, so whatcha know Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo Oo-chie, coo-chie Still lookin for the supa booty Rump, chaser, rump snatcha Huh, get 'em on camera Call me a jockey Cause I'm ridin them skirts and I talk real cocky Ol mackin-ass Mix is back I'm slangin that game on 28 tracks Yep yep, pack 'em in a Benz Take 'em to my house, straight let 'em all in Call Mix-a-Lot a slut? I might get banned, but I still like BUTTS Mmmmm! lay 'em on the table Dr. Richard's willin and able Not sexist, just sexy Do I like sistas? Well, let's see She's thick, walkin with a switch Carryin a beeper, ya betta not call her no bitch When it comes to a snack-pack I can't lie I wanna RIDE! Can I RIDE? I wanna RIDE! x2 Shake 'em up like you're playin them craps Two snake eyes puttin fellas on tap What I'm sayin ain't popular nowadays But it ain't good without the mayonnaise I, can-not dance But I'm good when ya hit that stance Wham, bam, met a girl named Pam I poke and thank you ma'am Ain't no, drag in my bag Gotta do me cause I don't play tag Six-double-o hoop, costs loot Hit the gas she'll scoot When ya dance, I'm on ya When ya walk, I'm on ya When ya moan, I'm on ya I'm that +Nasty Dog+ and I tried to warn ya To the 'tel, to the 'tel we go Don't need a bed cause I'm good on the floor When a chocolate masterpiece walks by, I wanna RIDE! Can I RIDE, baby? I wanna RIDE! RIDE I'm like Tyrannosaurus Rex I sense movement then I gotta wreck shop I'm on top but down to flip-flop *scratching* 'Don't stop' So, I, won't stop Love to see that thang go pop Don't be, phony, baby show me I can ride yo pony Saddle up n' go, you can show Bo He don't know You, can, put it on a man Make me yo number one fan Some brothers wanna claim they're down Puttin on fronts like clowns But I'm packin this 9 in my glove Givin nothin but the females love, yeah! Ain't no sissy in me 4-4 mags ain't never been friendly But I like the girls +Cake Boys+ get scared in the kitty-cat world But I'm not the one to come cake Baby this game is straight Fellas in the house, you can't deny! ALL y'all wants to RIDE! I wanna RIDE! x3
Title: Sir Mix A Lot - "Seattle Ain't Bullshittin' - 206 (1995)
Description: Off Mix's 1995 album Mack Daddy - real 206 shit right here - Plz rate it
Description: Off Mix's 1995 album Mack Daddy - real 206 shit right here - Plz rate it
Title: Brown Shuga - Sir Mix A Lot (lyrics)
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GP8Vdil1fo&fmt=18 Lyrics "tell 'about me baby" Sweet brown shuga, that's what i call this female Bad from the head to the motherfuckin' toenails I ain't sprung, i'm just poppin' them facts' Baby is a female mack yeahuhmm Eyes that kill when the loc's are peeled Takin' your money if your game ain't real Known to keep the ass on propa (propa) Never gettin tickets from those horney-ass coppas There she go, walkin through the mall 4 inch pumps got her 6 feet tall Switchin, Aint' thinkin 'bout stickin Looking like she never seen a kitchen Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend) Looking for a fool with a grip of ends (grip of ends) Met one, boom, there he is A rich young brotha in showbiz yeh Big man, c.e.o. 6 double o are the letters on his benzo Big mack daddy, bad to the bone But 3 months later it's on He done took her to the beach Rubbed her feet And bought baby girl a new jeep Now she's gone, you can't buy love without game But shuga gotcha lame Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" She's commin straigh outta encino Hittin football players for the c-notes (yep) Picken' 'em, gittin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em Take 'em for the bank and then quiten' them Went to the raiders game and spotted this Black quarterback with a big fat contract Now she's on the visitors side line The mackin' is on when the coach calls time Quick work, gotta do it slick so Do it while the raiders is kick'n they field goal Put the number on the bottom of a cup "the kick is up... it's good!" Later that night relaxin' The quarterbacks thinkin' he's waxen' But naa the typical line "i just don't think it's the right time" (what???) Ask yourself, who's the mack Baby starts buyin' moneysacks Cause when the fool got to the next city Western union straight got busy 4 g's a week and now baby got a condo sittin in redondo So the quarterback calls cause he wanna get naked "beep beep beep" disconnected I'll tell ya son, just because you can bench press Don't put ya past this test You got pimped like a straight-up sap Paid money casue you sprung on the cat(huh) Bought 35 g's and now your through Never got near the boots See ya, but i never would've been ya Sweet brown shuga done went up in ya "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell,tell about me baby" Baby starts going to the wheight room That's trouble, add more curve to the bubble The rump is pumped ready for battle Caught the next plane to seattle Welcome to the 206 She's lookin for the brotha named mix Jumped in a rental car rolled to the hood Brown shuga's up to no good Got my digit's, gave me a call Have no fear, mix-a-lot don't fall "riinnnngggg- yeah, who this?" "38-24-38 mix" Cliped on my pager, grabed my cellular Eeny meeny miney mo and picked the number 8 car Now i'm rollin' in my nsx thinkin' i'ma get some "koo-chee" Met her at the mini-mart, she was in an escort I'm kinda thinkin' 'bout contact sports When we get back to the mix house I'm knockin' that kitty cat out!!! "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" that's what i call this female "tell about me baby" "tell about me baby" Chief Boot Knocka Knocker Knockers
Description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GP8Vdil1fo&fmt=18 Lyrics "tell 'about me baby" Sweet brown shuga, that's what i call this female Bad from the head to the motherfuckin' toenails I ain't sprung, i'm just poppin' them facts' Baby is a female mack yeahuhmm Eyes that kill when the loc's are peeled Takin' your money if your game ain't real Known to keep the ass on propa (propa) Never gettin tickets from those horney-ass coppas There she go, walkin through the mall 4 inch pumps got her 6 feet tall Switchin, Aint' thinkin 'bout stickin Looking like she never seen a kitchen Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend) Looking for a fool with a grip of ends (grip of ends) Met one, boom, there he is A rich young brotha in showbiz yeh Big man, c.e.o. 6 double o are the letters on his benzo Big mack daddy, bad to the bone But 3 months later it's on He done took her to the beach Rubbed her feet And bought baby girl a new jeep Now she's gone, you can't buy love without game But shuga gotcha lame Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" She's commin straigh outta encino Hittin football players for the c-notes (yep) Picken' 'em, gittin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em Take 'em for the bank and then quiten' them Went to the raiders game and spotted this Black quarterback with a big fat contract Now she's on the visitors side line The mackin' is on when the coach calls time Quick work, gotta do it slick so Do it while the raiders is kick'n they field goal Put the number on the bottom of a cup "the kick is up... it's good!" Later that night relaxin' The quarterbacks thinkin' he's waxen' But naa the typical line "i just don't think it's the right time" (what???) Ask yourself, who's the mack Baby starts buyin' moneysacks Cause when the fool got to the next city Western union straight got busy 4 g's a week and now baby got a condo sittin in redondo So the quarterback calls cause he wanna get naked "beep beep beep" disconnected I'll tell ya son, just because you can bench press Don't put ya past this test You got pimped like a straight-up sap Paid money casue you sprung on the cat(huh) Bought 35 g's and now your through Never got near the boots See ya, but i never would've been ya Sweet brown shuga done went up in ya "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell,tell about me baby" Baby starts going to the wheight room That's trouble, add more curve to the bubble The rump is pumped ready for battle Caught the next plane to seattle Welcome to the 206 She's lookin for the brotha named mix Jumped in a rental car rolled to the hood Brown shuga's up to no good Got my digit's, gave me a call Have no fear, mix-a-lot don't fall "riinnnngggg- yeah, who this?" "38-24-38 mix" Cliped on my pager, grabed my cellular Eeny meeny miney mo and picked the number 8 car Now i'm rollin' in my nsx thinkin' i'ma get some "koo-chee" Met her at the mini-mart, she was in an escort I'm kinda thinkin' 'bout contact sports When we get back to the mix house I'm knockin' that kitty cat out!!! "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" that's what i call this female "tell about me baby" "tell about me baby" Chief Boot Knocka Knocker Knockers
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