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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Vocals
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Ray
Anthony Ray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Producer
Ron McMaster
Ron McMaster
Mastering Engineer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
My posse's on Broadway
My posse's on Broadway
[Verse 1]
Me and Kid Sensation at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm calling up the posse, it's time to get to ripping
A freak in each sunroof to keep you suckers tripping
Everybody's looking, if you're jealous, turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
We're getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpine's bumping, but I need the volume higher
'Cause the 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb
We're rolling Rainier and the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this, sucker MC's want to battle
I'm the man they love to hate, the J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Picked up the posse on 23rd and Jackson
Heading for the strip, yes, we're looking for some action
The limo's kinda crowded, the whole car was leaning back
Maharaji's watching TV with two girlies on his lap
On Martin Luther King, the set looks kinda dead
We need a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda swass, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot posse cold ripping up the set
[Chorus]
My posse's on Broadway
My posse's on Broadway
Posse up
My posse's on Broadway
My posse's on Broadway
[Verse 2]
Aw, rolling in, my posse, was getting kinda bored
There's not another posse with more points scored
We don't walk around like criminals or flex like big gorillas
My homeboy Kid Sensation is the teenage lady killer
Maharaji's on the def side dancing like a freak
The girlies see his booty, and their knees get weak
Larry is the white guy, people think he's funny
A real estate investor, who makes a lot of money
Clocking lots of dollars, we all got gold
Cruising in this Benz and ain't got no place to go
Wheeling 23rd, we saw nothing but thugs
The girlies was too skinny from smoking all them drugs
'Cause the rock man got 'em, and their butts just dropped
The freaks looked depressed because our Benz won't stop
At 23rd and Union, the driver broke left
Kevin shouted, "Broadway, it's time to get def"
My girl blew me a kiss, she said I was the best
She's looking mighty freaky in her black silk dress
The closer that we get, the crazier I feel
My posse's on Broadway, it's time to get ill
[Chorus]
My posse's on Broadway
My posse's on Broadway
Posse up
[Verse 3]
Cruising Broadway and my wheels spin slow
Rolling with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college was looking for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside
We put 'em on the trunk, we put 'em on the hood
Some sat up with the driver, they made him feel good
The posse's getting bigger, there's much too many freaks
My muffler is dragging, my suspension's getting weak
Now the freaks are getting hungry, and Mix-A-Lot's treating
We stopped at Taco Bell for some Mexican eating
But Taco Bell was closed, the girls was on my tip
They said, "Go back the other way, we'll stop and eat at Dick's"
Dick's is the place where the cool hang out
The swass like to play, and the rich flaunt clout
Posse to the burger stand, so big we walk in two's
We're getting dirty looks from those other sucker crews
Kid Sensation dropped a twenty and didn't even miss it
Skeezer from another crew, she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend's illing, he went to slap her face
My home boy, PLB, cold sprayed the boy with mace
'Cause I never liked a punk who beat up on his girl
If you don't have game, then let her leave your world
We took his girl with us, with him she rode the bus
She gave the boy the finger, and the sucker starts to cuss
Boy, I got a def posse, you got a bunch of dudes
You're broke, cold crying 'bout the rock man blues
You beat up on your girl, and now you're all upset
She's with the Mix-A-Lot posse on the Broadway set
[Chorus]
My posse's on Broadway
My posse's on Broadway
[Outro]
Yeah, buddy, you know what it is
The posse's on Broadway
Five fellas and twenty-two freaks
You know what I'm saying? (What's up, y'all?)
My posse's on Broadway
Yo, PLB! I'm Maharaji, what's up?
And my homeboy's on the set (Kid Sensation, yeah)
My posse's on Broadway
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Just kicking it, yeah)
The posse is cold chilling
My posse's on Broadway
Oh-oh, yeah
The posse in charge
Get off my homeboys, what is it?
Written by: Anthony Ray
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