Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gortex, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Seminar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |