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sir mix-a-lot - square dance rap (original) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yee-haw
i think that’s a country-type beat there, mix-a-lot, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk
i’ma bust me a square dance rap, mix
why don’t you kick in the b-ss drum, cottonpicker? let’s get crackin’, hyuk, hyuk
there it is, mix-a-lot, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk
i’m gon’ bust me a rap now, back up, cottonpicker
(you work here or somethin’?)

[verse 1]
now everybody’s rappin’ ’bout welfare lines
i’m gonna bust me a brand new rhyme
girls bend down and you start to freak
shake your hips and act conceit’
throw your hands high in the air
grab your partner’s derriere
fellas in the crowd, i know you must be trippin’
my voice got them-there homegirls flippin’
now grab your partner, take a bow
if you can’t dance, i’ll tell you how
wave your hands and take two steps
grab your hips and slide to the left
get all in your partner’s face
swerve to the side and show your lace
if you’re a freak then let it show
and grab your partner, dosey-doe

[interlude]
hot d-gg-n’ mix-a-lot, i think i’m gettin’ a tad bit tired, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk
you’re gonna have to break it down a little bit there, mix-a-lot
there ya go
okay, i’m gettin’ my wind back
now i can get back on this rap, mix, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk
gimme a little bit of snare right here
good god

[verse 2]
if you think your partner’s fine
grab her where the sun don’t shine
if you can’t dance, then tap your toes
if you’re stuck up, turn up your nose
wave your hands from side to side
lean to the left and take a slide
other djs, no, they’re no match
just look to the stage as i start to scratch, hyuk, hyuk

[interlude]
a-good lord and a quarter, mix-a-lot, go ahead, get on, cut it up (rock— rock— rock— rock— )
i’m gon’ bust me a fast rap right on about now (rock me babe)

[verse 3]
synthesized, digitized, totally computerized
never fakin’, no mistakin’, keep the people’s booties shakin’
super-great, i’m no fake, hold the beat just like a rake
spinnin’ records, cuttin’ jams, all you freaks know who i am
i’m mix-a-lot, on the spot, king of scratchin’ and hip-hop
quick scratchin’, fast rappin’, hand clappin’, constant [?][1:58]
syncopated, duplicated, i’m extremely complicated
stimulated conversation guaranteed to rock the nation
now freaks on the left and freaks on the right
grab your partner, hold him tight
put your hands in his levi’s
hold his rear while he grips your thighs
the more you dance, the more i rap
the big fat beat makes your toes tap
glen campbell can’t hang with this
all you freaks give your man a kiss, hyuk, hyuk
rah

[verse 4]
sir mix-a-lot ray on the wheels of steel
baby, this square dance is for real
freaks get loose and go bezerk
homeboys, look down homegirl’s shirt
grab her wrist, give her a twist
spin her ’round ’til she acts amiss
djs talkin’ all that smack
mix-a-lot is the king of the scratch, hyuk, hyuk

[interlude]
hey, mix-a-lot, good lord and a quarter, cottonpicker
hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk
i think i wanna bust me another one of them fast ones
you know what i mean?
that was action, dude, hyuk-hyuk
now back off, cottonpicker
lemme get loose here, hyuk-hyuk

[verse 5]
i’m quick, sl!ck, full of tricks
never touched a drum stick
wired fuses, broken circuits
people come to watch me work it
under pressure, never choke
never take a backstroke
mixin’ cuts, spankin’ b-tts
always spendin’ mucho bucks
preppie shoes, goobie slacks
that ain’t where the money’s at
i’m over here in the clear
much too tough for you, my dear
lotta cl-ss, spendin’ cash
any day i’ll beat your—
ain’t no other scratchin’ brother
mix-a-lot’ll cut your mother

[chorus]
my beats are icky in the square dance rap
my beats are icky in the square dance rap (yee-haw)
my beats are icky in the square dance rap
my beats are icky in the square dance rap

[verse 6]
now everybody on the floor, clap your hands
stomp to the beat of the one man band
mix-a-lot ray’s on the drum machine
the b-ssline playin’ is oh, so mean
mix-a-lot make a jam in his room
with a four track recorder you can bust jams, too
throw your partner ‘cross your thigh
tickle her fancy ’til she starts to cry
whip her to the left, whip her to the right
don’t whip her too hard ’cause her jeans are tight, hyuk, hyuk
i don’t believe y’all heard me, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk
whip her to the left, whip her to the right
don’t whip her too hard ’cause her jeans are tight, hyuk, hyuk
i think they heard me, mix, bring the beat on back, cottonpicker, hyuk, hyuk

[interlude]
oh, good lord and a quarter, mix-a-lot
when we get through bustin’ this jam
we gon’ go hop in the eighteen-wheeler, pick us up some chicks
you know what i mean?
we gon’ hop in the eighteen-wheeler, mix-a-lot, hyuk, hyuk
i hope we get airplay on this here stuff, you know what i mean?

[verse 7]
now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say
to the homegirls sprung on the hum-drum beat, check out sir mix-a-lot ray
his style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks
if you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he’ll put you in the mix
now grab—

[outro]
hey, mix-a-lot, what happened to the beat, cottonpicker?
guess it’s time to go, bye!

- sir mix a lot

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