Performer SIR MIX-A-LOT

You Can Have Her – Sir Mix-A-Lot

…All this ill shit This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit’s video? ‘PUT IT ON THE GLASS!’ ‘Put yo TITTIES on the

National Anthem – Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

Let It Beaounce – Sir Mix-A-Lot

shakin the top, shakin the bottom Can I pounce pounce pounce, chasin the boots and then I done got ’em Can I go go go? As soon as you

Testarosa – Sir Mix-A-Lot

Watch me go, keep ’em in fear Rumble, young man rumble Brother won’t fumble, muthafukas just crumble Gaskets crank, rappers get spank Stripes get yank, a superior rank Won’t

My Posse’s On Broadway – Sir Mix-A-Lot

In the Black Benz Limo, with the cellular phone– I’m callin’ up the posse, it’s time to get rippin’– The freaks a need a sunroof, to keep you sucka’s

Swap Meet Louie – Sir Mix-A-Lot

“;Hey, homeys!”; “;Who me?”; “;Yeah, that’s right. You the fly hustler.”; “;Ya’ll still sellin’ that fake Louie, huh?”; “;Hey! Don’t be turnin’ the highside up in here. You don’t

I’m Your New God – Sir Mix-A-Lot

WHAT’S WRONG, SWEETHEART? DON’T YOU WANT ME? YOU PAID FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME. *rhythmic sniffing* SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE… HA HA HA HA HA HA, I’M YOUR

Bark Like U Want It – Sir Mix-A-Lot

{Woof!} (Bark like you want it baby) Big man is back, oh no, it’s a brand new flow Lettin you jakes and females know Ain’t a damn thing

I Got Game – Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

Mack Daddy – Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy Ain’t you tired of that gameless mark smackin’ you in your face baby? Mack Daddy You better roll with the big mack, the man with the game

Lockjaw – Sir Mix-A-Lot

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} Givin’ MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} I’m givin’ MCs

Baby Got Back – Sir Mix-A-Lot

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those rap guys’ girlfriends. But, y’know, who understands those rap guys?

My Hooptie – Sir Mix-A-Lot

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

Buttermilk Biscuits – Sir Mix-A-Lot

Fila on the bottom and Adidas on the topper Transform scratchin’, big beat matchin’ I can tell you’re getting jealous by the looks I’m catchin’ I hate dumb skeezers,

One Time’s Got No Case – Sir Mix-A-Lot

What you pullin’ me over fo’ mistuh offi-suh? I’ll be askin’ the questions Leroy. My name ain’t Leroy, man. Heh, all right Jerome, outta the car. Man, why I

The Boss Is Back – Sir Mix-A-Lot

{Boss} We have such sights to show you This isn’t for your eyes… AaaAAAA, the boss is back! {Boss} The boss is back! {Boss} {Boss} So I took a

Lead Yo Horse – Sir Mix-A-Lot

You can lead yo horse to water But you cannot make him drink I’m just tryin to spit some game So you might wanna stop and think (2x) [

Sprung On The Cat – Sir Mix-A-Lot

Brothers, we’ve messed over our sisters for years (years and years) I said for years But now we’re being messed over I said now we’re being messed over You

The Jack Back – Sir Mix-A-Lot

“;In this country a man’s home is his castle..”; I’ve been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come Klan, run – cause revenge is fun!

Gortex – Sir Mix-A-Lot

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