Top Songs By Sir Mix-A-Lot
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Producer
Mike Kumagai
Producer
Rick Rubin
Producer
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
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