Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Square Dance Rap, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Swass, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
Square Dance Rap |
Ha hee!, hee! |
Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin the cats |
Why don’t you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down |
(*yelling*) |
Put it up That’s the way I like it there Mix-A-Lot |
Hey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton picker |
Picks me up Mix-A-Lot |
Now everybody’s rappin 'bout |
Everybody’s rappin 'bout |
Ever — (*repeated*) |
Now everybody’s rappin 'bout where’s their line? |
I’m gonna bust me a brand new rhyme |
Girlfriend’s down and you stomped her freak |
Shake your hips and act conceit |
Throw your head high in the air |
Grab your partner’s derriere |
Fellas in the cut, I know you must be trippin |
My boy’s got them there home girl’s quippin |
Now grab your partner, take a bow |
If you can’t dance, I’ll tell you how |
Wave your hands and take two steps |
Grab your hips and slide to the left |
Get all in your partner’s face |
Swerve to the side and show your lace |
If your a freak then let it show |
And grab your partner doshy-do (do, do …) |
Now if you think your partner’s fine |
Grab her where the sun don’t shine |
If you can’t dance, then tap your toes |
If your stuffed up, turn up your nose |
Wave your hands from side to side |
Lean to the left and take a slide |
Other’s DJs know their no match |
Just look to the stage and the song’s that scratched |
(*scratching*) |
Rock me babe — 4X |
Freaks on the left and freaks on the right |
Grab your partner, hold him tight |
Put your hands in his Levi’s |
Hold his rear while he grips your thighs |
The more you dance, the more I rap |
The big fat beat makes your toes tap |
Glee can, no can, hang with this |
All you freaks give your man a kiss (look good) |
My beats are icky |
That why I’m Swass |
Beat box |
Oh Mix-A-Lot I’m feelin it now, cotton picker |
YEEEE-HA! |
Now everybody on the floor clap your hands |
Smoke to the beat of the one man band |
Mix-A-Lot brings on the drum machine |
The bass line riff is oh, so mean |
Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his room |
With a full tape recorder you can bust jams too |
Throw your partner across your thigh |
Tickle her fast, until she starts to cry |
Whip her to the left, whip her to the right |
But don’t whip her to hard cause her jeans are tight (look good) |
Get your hands off that girl, boy |
Seattle rocks |
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L.A. rocks |
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Miami rocks |
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D.C. rocks |
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Carolina rocks |
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Houston, Texas rocks |
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Your momma rocks |
(to the, to, to, to the Square Dance Rap) |
London, England rocks |
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) |
To the Square Dance Rap, hot damn |
Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that noise cotton picker? |
Sound like Grand Ole Opry |
Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say sound like Grand Ole Opry cotton picker |
Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say |
To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray |
His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks |
If you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he’ll put you in the mix |
A haha, hey Mix-A-Lot I caught you that time, cotton picker |
My beats are icky … (*drums play until fade*) |