Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take My Stash , by - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Song from the album Chief Boot Knocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1993
Record label: American
Song language: English
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? |