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| 2. |
| 4:17 | 
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Operator's voice:
(Welcome to Sky Pager) (*sound of beeper going off, appears throughout song*) (Sir Mix A-Lot) (Operator's voice) Beepers ... Beepers ... Beepers ... Beepers ... (Welcome to Sky Pager) Beepers (Press the pound key after each entry) (Sir Mix-A-Lot) I'm rollin like a Playboy beep, beep, beep Just another page, just another freak Cops say I'm bangin, girls say I'm slangin Just cause my black Cross Courts be hangin Ah huh, that's it baby Beep diddy beep, will I call you maybe Sky Pager looks like a Phaser That's the attire of a Northwest player San Jose, I got a show Chillin like a champ with a girl in a limo There we go again, I got a beep The girl got nosy beggin for a peep Get off me girl, this is business I'm workin it and you can't witness A Oakland skeeso, how do I know Cause 415 was the area code Turn it off, turn it on, so I won't get busted You know rap stars never get trusted Baby wanna get so I put it on vibrate How does Mix-A-Lot communicate (Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot) (Operator's voice) With beepers, baby, haha Beepers (Welcome to Sky Pager) Beepers (To use Sky Pager) Beepers (Press the pound key after each entry) Beepers (Please enter the pin number you wish) (Sky Pager) - 3X Beepers (Sky, Sky, Sky Pager) (Sir Mix-A-Lot) 1-800-759-7243 But if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number Then sit by the phone and wonder Will he call? If you're fine I might If you're a duck (*no dial tone sound*) good night I got a cellular but you can't have my digits Motorola beeps and the boy gets with it Code one, two (Yo come on black you gonna tell her about me, what's up with that?) That's Attitude Adjuster, my homey Huggin more girls than Bella Karoli Gettin 'em sprung, bustin 'em out Rollin up dames, cause he's got that clout Pullin young females, yank 'em on the stage One fell prey when she called that page (*numbers dialing sound*) called his beeper Sweetie got sprung but he might not keep her He never called back, so she called me (Where's Attitude at? He was supposed to meet me) I don't know but I'm wishin you luck How does Attitude Adjuster hook up? (Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot) (Operator's voice) With beepers (If you wish to send message 777-9311) With beepers (Enter telephone number or numeric message Press the pound key now) (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Pagers, call 'em what you want Some brothers some brothers wear fake ones, still tryin to flaunt Walkin in a party, lookin like Joker Big ole six inch garage door opener Not me, cause my bank is set Three dope Benzos, one Corvette I'm not braggin or movin them thangs Just clockin them dollars at the real estate game (Sky Pager) Telepage Northwest, satellite service pushed to test Got a beep from a girl named Natalie My memory slip, cause I need a new battery Power on, display light's up Incoming calls from the girls with butts Girls call cause they might get lonely Ha .. I run 'em like ponies Pick 'em up, put 'em in the Benzo I get a beep and I leave 'em in limbo That's right I'm livin like that What do I keep pinned to the strap (Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot) My beeper ... Beepers ... Beepers ... Beepers ... (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Oh yeah, girls got 'em too They keep 'em in their purse, plain and cool Big players, rollin up fellas They comin up but they never will tell us Smooth, ha, I bet you didn't know The girl you called dumb was clockin your dough Jackin ball players and never gettin tossed Done worked every brother on the Seahawks Yeah, she looks good, but she thinks she's swift Tryin to pull up on the Mix-A-Lot tip Sittin in the movie, she stepped out smooth Oh baby girl, I got one too (Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot) (Operator's voice) A beeper ... (Sky Pager) -2X Beepers ... (Sky Pager) Beepers ... (Sky Pager) Beepers ... (Sky Pager) (Enter telephone number) Beepers (Or numeric message 777-9311) Beepers ... (If you wish to send message) ... (Sky Pager) ... (If you wish to send message) ... (Sky Pager) ... (Message sent) |
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| 3. |
| 4:28 |
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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 said she did it to herself A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully And you say I should be proud of this song Think about it AMERICA! I'm living like hell in a world of death Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi Took to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?" Locked in a trunk by Republican villains Pinstripe suits, experts at killin' Civil war, but some want out Trapped in a box called the ghetto we shout Headin' for the strip 'cause the squares ain't hip Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip The president is a dope man's friend The governments strong but the dope got in Punish the accused, but the trial was short A black man's dogged in a all white court The jury dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em" Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem The pentagon had a plan for a rescue They said intelligence never makes miscues The thirty-first was a day of death Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the rest No negotiations with a terrorist force But Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone The burning of the flag in Iran goes on Anti-American, we're loved by few We pay big money to the ones that do The christian militia, they give us big knowledge But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge Ollie took orders from the number one man But the crap hit the fan and superiors ran Democrats tripped, the committee said can em Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po' Never helped out by the ones with clout I was mad at the world cause I felt left out Stealin' hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid I realize I'm a modern day slave Posse downtown, the sight was set I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag People walk by, laughin' at poverty I looked in her face and I soon saw me College educated, but she can't get a job The American Dream once again got robbed Vietnam vets on the street, that's a shame Fight for the man, and the man plays games Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it My national anthem My national anthem You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin' of politicians Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA Any similarities, I won't say But the dope gets in, uncut like P-Funk Headin' over borders in a scent-free trunk Coffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff it Remember that lady that was broke, she's widdit Started with a key, clocked 17 G's Then got another shipment, pure D Headin' for Brumlen, the money was betta Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater Crime, revenge, I'm tellin' you this The people that laugh are the people that knows Her community complained, callin' the police But where was the community when she was in the street Dope's comin' in, it's killin' em at random And I'm ashamed of my national anthem My national anthem My national anthem My national anthem I'm ashamed of my national anthem |
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| 4. |
| 4:46 |
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My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
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 white walls flakin' Hit mickey-d's, Maharaji starts to bug He ate a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug Runnin', movin' tabs expired Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired Hit my brakes, out slid skittles Tinted back window with a bubble in the middle Who's car is it? Posse won't say We all play it off when you look our way Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the block Gotta roll this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop My hooptie - my hooptie Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck Big dice on the mirror, grill like a truck Lifters tickin', accelerator's stickin' Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps clickin' Picked up the girlies, now we're eight deep Cars barely movin', but now we got heat Made a left turn as I watched in fright My ex-girlfriend shot out my headlight She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her toes Mashed my pedal, boom, down she goes Law ain't lyin', long hairs flyin' We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin' Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us Hit a side street and what did we find? Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign Put the deuce in reverse, and started to curse Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt Homey got scared, so I got on Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still strong Posse moved north, headin for the CD Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me Mis-matched tires got my boys uptight Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded This is what I sport when you call me big-headed I pot-hole crusher, red light rusher Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers In a hooptie It's a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper Snatch your girly, if you don't I'll romp 'er Dinosaur rush, lookin' like Shaft Some get bold, but some get smashed Cops say the car smokes, but I won't listen It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissions Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get burned (Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a u-turn Spotted this freak with immense posterior Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop area Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that racket Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them packets I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth eject Hit I-5 with the dope cassette Playin' that tough crew hardcore dope The tape deck broke Damn what's next, brothers in Goretex Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex Found a little club called the N-C-O Military, competition. You know. I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop much game Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much fame "How ya doin' baby, my name is Mixalot" "Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit smokin' that rock" Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no thing Runnin' that game with the home made slang Baby got ished, Bremelo gip. Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped By a hooptie Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic Far left lane, throwin' up much static Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot "Whatcha want me to do Mix?" Push freak, push Sputter, sputter rollin' over gutters Cars dip low with hard core brothers Tank on E, pulled into Arco Cops on tip for Columbian cargo We fit a stereotype, that's what he said Big long car, four big black heads Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators 'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like Noriega Cop took my wallet, looked at my license His partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson" Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me go This bucket ain't rollin' in snow It's my hooptie |
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| 3:47 |
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Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme
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 a dish, name it up, rib-tip Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex Laugh if you want, but you might get crushed Walk through the dangerous Hilltop brush Bullet-proof, steel-toed, down to kick butt Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts One twenty five was the price tag on 'em Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em Style is a must, but the style is rough China Beach boots couldn't crush more stuff Strap 'em down, lace 'em up, get in the bucket Reach for the tongue, pull it out, then tuck it Ten pound boots could destruct all comers My whole posse wears them Fort Lewis runners Death to a white pair of nikes - sound effect Kickin' over big motor bikes - sound effect Steppin' over puddles in the hood - sound effect Girls laugh, but you know they look good - sound effect Waffle-like prints in the snow - sound effect Pulverize punks when we throw - sound effect Salute to the group in the booths - sound effect Bow, and we kick you in the snoot - GoreTex Hollow-point nine, to the boots, ricochet Leavin' mud prints when I romp in the rain Draw black scars on the new gym floor Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores This is it baby, big shiny black boots Runnin' over punks like Iranian troops Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck In your butt, 'cause you wanted to box One-two punch and the GoreTex drops On your toe, your brother got caught By GoreTex boots from the GoreTex shop Git it! Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme 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 a dish, name it up, rib-tip Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex |
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| 4:43 |
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| 4:56 |
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(Girls voice) "Man I wish I could find me a brother with some game"
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 freaks runnin' superfly slang I'm comin' up the ave' hard as hell In a droptop 'vette with a greenwood tail Girls are jockin', lookin' for a knockin' Smart investments, keep me clockin' You know a 'vette only got two seats Just enough room for a player and a freak Rollin' in the park, 'n I seen this cutey L.A. face, with the Oakland booty She's on tip, but I'm playin' that role Talkin' to the home boys, showin' my gold Skeez on bell, levi smell I'm spittin' that game, and I'm spittin' it well Rolled up, pulled up on the girly "Girl you wanna ride in my 'vette?" "Why surely!" That's right baby, blowin' me a kiss Thinkin' Mixalot gonna make you rich Highside, highside, vapors that's right Can't get play 'cause my games so tight Now she's wit' it, skirts in effect Layin' on the back-a my 'vette I got game, I got game, You know I got game, I got game POP THAT GAME Bye-bye baby, Mix gotta roll Switch to the Benz and I gotta get mo' Hit the strip, seen this skinny Butt shook like a four twenty-six hemi Not just butt, baby hadda motor Stacked to the max, hair to the shoulders She's older but I can mold 'er Dropped that game and it hit like boulders Now she's sprung, sittin' in my Benz Rollin' up the tent so you can't see in Playin' this tape of old Luther stuff "You wanna get with me, this ain't wild enough" That's a cue, sorry Luther Brother you can sing, but I just can't use ya Thought she was cool, but the girl likes beat Freak freak freak freak, baby wanna freak Def 'n dope, "You slangin'" Nope. Callin' me a dealer 'cause I sport fat rope Kept poppin' that game, knowin' I can get it "Take me to the lake, Mix, so we can get wit' it" Oh no, time for the ramble, bring a jimmy hat 'Cause I hate to gamble Huffed 'n puffed 'n I just got in Messin' up the backa my Benz I got game girl - I got game Two down, two to go. Can't live a night right if I don't knock four In a big five hundred S E L Interior hot, with a perfume smell Took it on home, hit the shower 'Bout to get busy in one more hour Ducks look, but they never will find me Hopped in my number two Benz, one ninety Here a skirt, there a skirt Everywhere a skirt, skirt Gotta have game, if you wanna get work "Ah, you ain't nothin'" Some suckers wanna crush me Smooth, wit' a move, baby girl. Rush me. Here it is, from the wizard of hip-hop A lesson in game, make the girls get hot Picked up a girl named Mattie Caught static from the sucker in a seven two caddy Mattie was hot, but her name was "not" I ain't worried 'bout that, I ain't tyin no knot Took her to the hotel, game went strong She thought I spent bank, but I really spent coupons But it's cool, 'cause my rhyme went smooth Savin' my money, 'cause my mouth is a tool Rolled up close, when I hit the spit I ain't worried 'bout my breath, 'cause I brush my teeth Popped that game, freak got weak Hit that jackpot, swept them feet Mattie got busy with the bedroom eyes Layin' on the big king-sized I got game - I got game, girl - I got game - I got game Yeah that's right home cut, I got G A M E, snatchin' up girlies an' rollin' up suckers, know whatta I mean. Through with Mattie that makes three "I'm gonna miss you babe, you gonna miss me?" Got loose 'cause the girl hadda big caboose Hadda break down 'cause the girl had juice "I'm gonna miss you baby" Smooth ain't it? Girls so sprung that she almost fainted Headin' for the crib, tired brother Thinkin' I was through til I spotted me another. Baby looks good so you know what the means Drive around the block wit' the gangsta lean Open that sun roof, crank that beat Bumpin' up the avenue, impressin' them freaks What's up baby? Rump so big The girls on tip like funk on pigs Runnin that game, 'cause I wanna get work Zip don't rip rap home girl shirt Here she comes, hopped in my car Somethin' 'bout my Benzo's stars-n-bars Spit, spit, runnin' that game I'm feelin' confident about another thick dame All of a sudden, my game got crushed Some sucker pulled up and his ride was plush Rolled up smooth, the girls was waitin' 5 point Oh, twenty four K Daytons Oh-oh, think quick 'cause my girls jumpin' on home boys tip Better change my game, try another lure 'cause home boys lookin' like Al B. Sure But it's cool, 'cause I whipped out bank Big dead presidents made her think Back in effect, situation in hand I'm the brother that the others can't stand An' I got game, I got game, you know I got game |
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