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Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Producer
Mike Kumagai
Mike Kumagai
Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Ricardo Frazer
Ricardo Frazer
Executive Producer

Lyrics

All this ill shit, this fuckin' Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? Put on the glass! Put yo' titties on the glass This is like a pick-up line, how you doin'? I was wonderin, could you put yo' big fuckin' titties on the glass? No, I don't wanna go to a movie, could you put 'em on the glass? Put your titties on the glass? What happened to "How ya doin'? Whatcha doin' later? Let's catch a movie?" No, put 'em on the glass Put 'em on the fuckin' glass, what the fuck is this shit? The girls got on bikinis, he got a fur coat on What the fuck is the weather like in Seattle? All my exes eat this one You can have her (ooh) You can have her You can have her (ooh) You can have her (mmm) You can have her (ooh) You can have her You can have her (ooh) You can have her I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona, Mona Fine young sugar comin' out of Arizona Five-foot-six straight thick with a switch And a set of them juicy ass lips, uh (mmm) Kinky, just like me, she can take a straight gee And put him down for the count one, two, three Needless to say I was kickin' it 'Cause I know when I'm the only one gettin' it (uh-huh) But ooh, things change when you don't maintain The same game you got her with mayn Flew back home and I was slippin' 'Cause as soon as I left, another brother starts spittin' Throwin' drag about wantin' a family Tryin' to front because he wanna be manly Tellin' my girl how I'm playin' the field Boy, you'se a jake for real Now a player I like, but you know I can't stand no snitch Tryin' to front like he rich (ooh) Done shot your credit, 'cause you bought you a new "E" 320 And you wanna be a hoe like me Now, you done salted my game Told my girl I'm a player and you bought her a ring (ooh) You paid a lotta money just to grab her I'ma tell you like this trick, you can have her You can have her (ooh, woo) You can have her You can have her (ooh) You can have her You can have her (ooh, woo) You can have her You can have her (ooh) I gotta do what I gotta do Baby girl's through, so I need somethin' new, you Can't keep a good Mack down I get around 'cause I got a tight thing up in Sea-Town Five-nine with dimples, caramel skin Straight fine, hella tight, no pimples Thinkin' my game was concrete But I gotta watch for them other entertainers and athletes Especially the ones who wanna settle down 'Cause they'll beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown Just the kinda man you wanted, ain't it, honey? A big buff dumbass fool with hella money Down to spend till his knees bend Then, the athlete's broke and his girl's in the wind And my girl gets mad, 'cause I never spend time like I'm s'posed ta Plus, I'm a boaster Shaggin' up too damn quick, now she's lookin' for a sugar daddy Just to get a 96 Caddy A big truck she found A young scrub on the bench for the Cleveland Browns He never had nothin, thicker than a cheerleader Now he got juice, so he eats her (ooh) And treats her to a big wad of cash Too weak, so she left his ass, you can have her You can have her (ooh) You can have her You can have her (ooh) You can have her You can have her (ooh) You can have her You can have her (ooh) You can have her (uh) Just rollin' by the Playboy Mansion I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a Young bunny, young bunny in La-La Land Wanna get freaky with the papa man I smack her to the front, I smack her to the back I smack it with the whiffle ball bat, remember that? (Oh) One happy black man I be When my L.A. bunny wanna trip with me Her name is Teresa She was freakier than me, but I figured I could please her She had the long braids, chocolate sister Loved to cuff men like slaves (ooh) Arrived at the house at last Seen two shades of lipstick on the same wine glass Provocative artwork around me Four pink slippers on the floor surround me One pair's for her, the other pair's for who? Plus, she only lives in a one bedroom Well hm, it might be on Mnage-trois, open la bouche, taste la bomb Teresa's roommate walks in Six-foot-two with a wig and a stupid ass grin (oh my goodness) You can have her (ooh, you done brought a big ass man up in the room?) You can have her (girl, what's wrong with you?) You can have her (ooh, honey that is gay) You can have her (yo' partner, you can have her) You can have her (ooh, 'cause I don't want any of y'all) You can have her (3's company, if you know what I'm sayin', yeah) You can have her (ooh) Put it on the dance flo' Ooh (uh) Ooh Bring it back You can have her (ooh) You can have her You can have her (ooh)
Writer(s): Anthony L. Ray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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