Lyrics Take My Stash - Sir Mix-A-Lot

Take My Stash

Me, rollin in the AMG still
Six litre with the monochrome grille
Don’t serve birds but I’m livin like a king
But the IRS got a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam wanna buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil' and the auditors come
Sounds dumb, but this is how Capone got hung (yep)
Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep
Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept
But I’m back, the black dynamo’s on track
I got jacked for the big tax
Yep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm)
Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED OUT
Helicopters over my house (my house)
Takin pictures of a brother in his draws wit his thing out (uhh)
Livin the life of a suspected crook
Cause I never play the game by the book
If you’re livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS
Is gonna take yo stash
Why you wanna take my stash?
Why you wan' take my stash?
Why you wanna take my stash?
D-O-T came to my house, tell me wassup
You wanna huff and puff and take a brother’s stuff?
Then I saw the treasury badge —
This is bigger than One-Time, so I got mad
So what do ya got to say about me
The M-I-X-A-L-O, T?
He starts scopin my house, havin his doubts
About a brother with street AND bank clout
His partner was writin on a thick (thick) pad
Checkin out the goodies that Mix (Mix) had
Trippin off the things that I bought (bought) cash
Tryin to send a brother up-state (state) fast
Yep (yep), livin on the edge, I swear
The government is tryin to keep a brother (brother) scared
Rappers wanna talk about, life’s unfair?
Well I’ve seen the eyes of the big bad bear
TAXMAN COMETH, TAXMAN TAKETH
TAXMAN’S A PIMP, SO THE TAXMAN BREAK-ETH (yeah)
Audited my books, now who’s the real crooks?
On the streets, now I’m gettin funny looks ('sup fool?)
Everybody’s thinkin I’m broke (broke)
Do I smoke (smoke), or am I sellin the coke?
Now I’m keepin my receipts for the gas
Cause the IRS
Is tryin to take my stash
Why you wanna take my stash?
Why you wan' take my stash?
Why you wanna take my stash?
But +I Checks My Bank+ so I paid 'em (yep)
They put a tap on my phone and I made 'em (mmm)
I paid 'em, two hundred and eighty-five G’s
And that was just the ninety-one fees (god damn)
I ain’t tellin no lies, fool, cause I’m real with this
And muthafuckas can’t deal with this
Some call me the sixty mil' man
And now I’m trippin off a uncle named Sam
But a mack just can’t go bank (bank) rupt
Still paid well cause I make (make) cuts
Accountants on the regular, checkin my ends
Bought another fresh drop top (top) Benz
Yep yep yep, +Just Da Pimpin in Me+
Twenty G’s on the block when I hit L. B
Stashed a lil' bread in the ninety-three
Bill collectors don’t see me, G!
In this sport, I’m the man with the miracle torque
To pull through all sorts of them tax audits
In '94, I know I gotta think fast
Cause they’ll be back, tryin to take my stash
(work too hard)
Why you wanna take my stash?
(work too hard)
Why you wan' take my stash?
(work too hard)
Break it on down!
Ha ha, bring it back!
Why you wanna take my stash?
Huh!
Why you wanna take my stash?
Why you wanna take my stash, fool?
Yuh!
Why you wanna take my stash?
Why you wanna take my stash?
Why you wanna take my stash … mista guv' nah?
Why you wanna take my staaaashhhh?