| Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos
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| Hittin the hard rock, to finish my work spot
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| I’m lookin for females to cop (yeah)
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| You thinkin past me, I’m rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho, G
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| And I’m sittin in third, I’m never on swerve, to the right I merge
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| Now I’m patrollin and I’m lookin for a skirt, this thing I’m holin
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| I still got game ain’t a damn thing change
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| I spot ten V’s in the left lane
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| Eye contact is on, I’m rollin down windows pointin at thongs
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| And she’s poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse
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| Girl let it all out!
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| And that’s what she did, baby ain’t no kid
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| 36 D’s a make a man skid
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| I’m puttin in work on the freeway pass
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| Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah)
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| Put 'em on the glass.
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| Put 'em on the glass, girl
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| Put 'em on the glass
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| Yes he’s kinky, weenie and jinky
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| Got fresh rock on his pinkie
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| He gets paid to stay laid
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| My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who’s stay played
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| Girls when I’m on the freeway
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| Cats jumpin in, givin me leeway
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| And then drop them things on the dash
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| This Porsche is quick so don’t try to run fast
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| At speed I got a need to see you breathe
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| And proceed with the kinky tease
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| Indecent exposure can’t hold ya, it’s makin you bolder
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| Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier
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| But lusting is on balls
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| Everybody’s beggin to get into your draws
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| What’s makin you hit brown?
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| +Baby Got Back+ or (shake it up and down)
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| You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown
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| Straight growin all night long
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| I like my females nasty
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| Never try to drive straight past me
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| Just get in the left lane and show me your insane
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| And fill up the window with fangs
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| Puttin niggaz on skids, jump out and straight crash
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| Cause she put 'em on the glass
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| How many times will you play this
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| before your ban this, I heard Mix so I can’t stand this
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| But I got a family, lovin this scandalous rap
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| Guess who I got layin on the canvas
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| Hard from the three way party
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| Baby them things is workin
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| Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens
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| You hit the gas I hit my drool
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| Baby can I get with you?
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| Rush the blood 'til the glass gets dressed
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| Obsessed with the ways you express yourself
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| Some say I only rap about wealth
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| But baby can I talk about your health?
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| Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin lungs
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| Get a brother oh so strung
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| I’m lovin this window draftin
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| The whole right lane is draftin
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| Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly
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| B double O B S, straight sittin in the window
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| I’d rather kiss them than indo
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| And if you see me on the freeway, baby don’t pass
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| Slow down and put 'em on the glass
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| Put 'em on the glass
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| Put 'em on the glass, girl
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| Put 'em on the glass
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| Now shake them titties.
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| Shake 'em.
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| Put 'em on the glass.
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| Put 'em on the glass |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put 'Em On The Glass , by - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Song from the album Chief Boot Knocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп