Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Bad Side , by - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Song from the album Seminar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1988
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
My Bad Side |
| Rushin up the middle like a fullback |
| It’s my drug, head to head contact |
| Mack 11, my best friend in full effect |
| That’s the beat that you been lookin for, no pussy check |
| Come quietly the punishment awaits you |
| I’m playin games and I know you can’t relate too |
| Surprise my rhyme hit you from the blind side |
| You better chill cause your messin with my bad side |
| (*Suckers getting tossed*) |
| My, my, my, my, my bad side |
| (*Suckers gettin tossed*) |
| (*Suckers gettin tossed*) |
| (*Suckers gettin tossed*) |
| Drop the Square Dance punk I ain’t bullshittin |
| Tell ya girl about how hard this shit’s gettin |
| Shoot 'em down like the All World Crime Boss |
| Break soft and like a salad you’ll get tossed |
| Voice like rock effects I don’t need 'em |
| You drop for your boss, I’m like a pimp when I greet 'em |
| Role like son, your just another recruit |
| Salute roody poos to your king I’m in the black boots |
| The beat’s runnin like a Benz in the fast lane |
| Over do it, put your speakers in a freeze frame |
| Watch the bunny while I inject the venom |
| Screams of pain cause my rhymes up in 'em |
| Rushin like a buffalo, and wild like a Navajo |
| Reckless like the PLO, bring it back and here we go The bass drum dancin through to get dumb |
| Girls on my tip doin flips because I’m well hung |
| Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game’s slick |
| You find something then you hide it with a drum chick |
| Takin apart every rap that’s on the charts |
| Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain’t hard |
| Please, get up and take brown tip punk |
| Cause you might get dumped |
| Your producers are bitin, your gettin paid but your lame |
| And no two songs of mine sound the same |
| Fame is not needed to acquire great wealth |
| Pick pocket posse pick up the pace you need help |
| Sucker, you better step to the stand by Because your messin with my Bad Side |
| I’m like thunder, a barbaric like warrior |
| And I got the beat for ya Bumpin in your trunk like a hump of funk punk |
| You wanna jump but your jump got skunked |
| Pick 'em up ref, eight count his lights are out |
| Lookin for the jab but he caught my roundhouse |
| Stereo effect our words connect |
| Pick up the mic and check our muscles flex |
| Loosen up your belt so my rhyme is dealt |
| You might gain wealth but can you do it yourself, nope |
| You stole a beat from a old great record |
| Call my record weak, here it is now you break it You say I’m broke but I’m ridin in a Benzo |
| What you rollin boy a Hugo? |
| Tryin to roll with the girls your callin Mix-A-Lot a sucker |
| Who you callin sucker, lip-synching motherfucker |
| Move the set boy how’s this fiasco |
| I’m in your gutter and I’m singin like Tabasco, sucker |
| You better step to the stand by Because your messin with my Bad Side |
| My Bad Side |
| Gun in my nose, slap my girl in her face |
| Took both my beepers and my ill skin case |
| Snatched all my gold, sucker punk and he’s gone |
| He made a break for the car and now the chase is on Rollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yes |
| Caddy was back but my Benz was in his face |
| Left toward South Shore, wrong way homey |
| This street’s for Mix-A-Lot's posse only |
| Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill |
| Ain’t no place to run so you might as well chill |
| Jumped from the car like he wanted to run |
| And Maharashi on the roof (yo drop the gun) |
| Punk dropped that, so I dropped mine |
| You see I’d rather box, than have to use my nine |
| Punk buckled up from a one, two punch |
| My girl stomped the sucker with a high heel pump |
| Cops on my jock, I broke round the block |
| Chase cars eat dust and G don’t stop |
| Smoker, you needed drugs for your next high |
| You pull a gat on my Bad Side |
| Guy #1: Alright man, let’s kick the door down and Break in their man, |
| we can get all his stuff, man, he got gold, man (word) |
| the jewelry man and a old Corvette in the garage, I’m a get me in that man |
| Guy #2: I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot man |
| Guy: I know well listen, take him out man |
| Guy #2: He dissed my sister |
| Guy: Don’t let him get away man, take his girl out man |
| Guy: I know my homeboy slapped his girl |
| Guy #2: I know, yeah, let’s get it, let’s get in, let’s get in Guy: Kick the door down, ready |
| Sir Mix-A-Lot: WELCOME TO MY HOUSE PUNKS, YEAH! |
| (*gun blasts*) (*yelling*) |
| Sir Mix-A-Lot: That’s right punk, try to run punk |
| (*gun blasts*) (*yelling*) |
| Sir Mix-A-Lot: Oh you the last one, huh |
| Guy: Oh, come on Mix, let me go, don’t point that gun |
| (*Two gun shots fired*) |
| You boys got to learn not to step up in my house with that weak gat |