Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something About My Benzo, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Seminar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: American
Song language: English
Something About My Benzo |
| There’s something about my Benzo with tinted windows |
| It’s kinda slick, how I’m made for bimbos |
| Cruisin down the street with this gip on my hood |
| I’m gettin points like a Benzo should |
| I said «yo skees you lookin for the flesh |
| You wanna ride, better dust off your dress» |
| I ain’t dissin you. |
| skees |
| But my Benzo’s the ultimate tease |
| Walk into the Spectrum, some suckers wanna kick my rectum |
| Got up in my face, tellin me I was deaf |
| I slapped the boy cause he had bad breaf |
| Looked down had his rope I saw VNLW |
| What you tryin do, you dumb brother you |
| Call yourself a baller in a Volkswagen |
| You better hush homes and squash that braggin |
| (Yo what’s up Mix, I got a Benzo too) |
| (Could I say something?) |
| There’s something about my Benzo |
| (Haha, yeah) |
| (Let's roll on top of these girlies) |
| (You know what’s up) |
| (Mind if I be broke but .) |
| Shut up Ron, it’s the way I gotta do this |
| You on my tip boy, like Popeye on Brutus |
| Don’t worry home cut I’m still chill |
| Just kinda twisted off a Benzo peel (ok) |
| Four door, I likes mine bigger (really) |
| I stay strapped for them Buffalo niggaz (me too) |
| «Get these seats man there good though» |
| I ain’t no pimp but I’m «Bad to the Bone» |
| Cellular phone in the middle |
| So many buttons on my dash, it’s a riddle |
| Rollin up to Ave., I’m chillin |
| Grill’s dirty from the birds I’m killin (Got 'em) |
| Girls please step back don’t touch this |
| The kinda car jack artist don’t mess with |
| Yes, my rollouts in effect |
| It’s time to go, too many skirts want sex |
| (That's what I’m sayin) |
| There’s something about my Benzo |
| (Oh yeah, that’s right, sing it Mix, sing it) |
| Bought it in Miami, rode it to Cali |
| Hit 150, through the Fernando Valley |
| AMG down with the big gold grill |
| Tack jumps when it’s time to get ill |
| 15-inch woofers, boom in the trunk |
| «Posse on Broadway"for maximum bump |
| Cruise like Deletho, playin my rhyme |
| Rewind the tape kid, that’s the wrong line |
| Back to the car, automatic on the floor |
| Points with the skirts bought a Benzo, scores |
| Whole gold shot, that includes gold mirrors |
| The wipers on my lights make the word a bit clearer |
| Whip, dip, munchin barbeque chips |
| Honkin at pimps at these flip for the tip |
| Roll up on baby I said «aight, a-a aight» |
| Some old player riffin of big old players day |
| Baby dropped her vanity workin that makeup |
| Wavin at her friends, thinkin she’s a taker |
| But I let it slide |
| You use me for the ride, I use you for the high |
| You know whats up, that’s the way the game rolls |
| Use me I use you, and so the story goes |
| Ho pimpin on pimpin, the chant the homies scream |
| Bring them skirts to the Benzo king |
| A ha haha, yeah |
| Just something about my Benzo |
| Not just one, I got three |
| I collect 'em you see |
| SEL, a 190, and a SEC |
| I ain’t no dope man Mr. Lolly jump on TV tryin to diss |
| Brothers like you hate to see black success when it’s legit |
| But it’s real, check the latest Vibe |
| Sixteen nahs, and the reader make it five |
| CD, cassette, big amps make it rock |
| Turn that AC off girl it’s a drop top |
| SEC, hog of hogs |
| Hit the funky street lights when I’m rollin in the fog |
| Cruisin at a 100 when I spotted this car |
| It was a trap. |
| they call it radar |
| State Trooper in a 5.0 |
| Will he catch my SEC, now you know |
| Gunnin 130 on the outskirts of Seattle |
| Ha, that’s the end of that battle |
| Yeah, I wanna say what’s up to all you brothers rollin in Benzos |
| Eazy-E, Ice-T, Tone Loc |
| Word, there’s something about my Benzo, peace |