Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gortex , by - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Song from the album Seminar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1988
Record label: American
Song language: English
Gortex |
| Goretex! |
| (vocoder) goretex, goretex, goretex, goretex |
| Oh… |
| 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 getting mad, swift kick, broke ribs |
| Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tips |
| 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 |
| Roughing up characters 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 boots — 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, spit shined 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 throat, the 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 ribs |
| Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tips |
| Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck |
| Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex |