Sir-Mix-A-Lot
Inextricably linked with his pop culture touchstone "Baby Got Back," Sir Mix-A-Lot parlayed a gonzo tribute to women with large buttocks into hip-hop immortality, even despite his failure to score another hit of its magnitude. But even before he struck crossover gold, Sir Mix-A-Lot was one of rap's great D.I.Y. success stories. Coming from a city -- Seattle -- with barely any hip-hop scene to speak of, Mix-A-Lot co-founded his own record label, promoted his music himself, produced all his own tracks, and essentially pulled himself up by the proverbial American bootstraps. Even before "Baby Got Back," Mix-A-Lot was a platinum-selling album artist with a strong following in the hip-hop community, known for bouncy, danceable, bass-heavy tracks indebted to old-school electro. However, it took signing with Rick Rubin's Def American label -- coupled with an exaggerated, parodic pimp image -- to carry him into the mainstream. Perceived as a one-hit novelty, he found it difficult to follow his breakout success, but kept on recording, and even toured as part of a rap-rock supergroup called Subset, a collaboration with the Presidents of the United States of America.
Sir Mix-A-Lot was born Anthony Ray in Seattle on August 12, 1963. An eclectic music fan but a rabid hip-hop devotee, he was already actively rapping in the early '80s, and co-founded the Nastymix record label in 1983 with his DJ, Nasty Nes, who also hosted Seattle's first hip-hop radio show. His first single was 1987's "Posse on Broadway," which referred to a street in Seattle, not New York; it became a local hit, and paved the way for his first LP, 1988's Swass, which also featured the popular novelty "Square Dance Rap," and a Run-D.M.C.-style cover of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," with backing by Seattle thrashers Metal Church. The video for "Posse on Broadway" landed some airplay on MTV, and became Sir Mix-A-Lot's first national chart single in late 1988; that in turn pushed Swass into the Top 20 of the R&B album chart, and by 1989, it had sold over a million copies. Also in 1989, Mix-A-Lot released his follow up album Seminar, which produced three charting singles in "Beepers," "My Hooptie," and "I Got Game"; while none were significant crossover hits with pop or R&B audiences, all performed well on the rap singles chart, and helped Seminar become Mix-A-Lot's second straight platinum album.
Financial disputes with Nastymix resulted in a fierce court battle and ended Mix-A-Lot's association with the label. Fortunately, Def American head Rick Rubin stepped in to offer him a major-label contract. Mix-A-Lot had long had a knack for mimicking (and mocking) the pimps he'd watched while growing up in Seattle, and adopted their visual style with Rubin's encouragement. He debuted for Def American with 1992's Mack Daddy, whose first single, "One Time's Got No Case," was a critique of racial profiling by police. It went virtually unheard, but the follow-up, "Baby Got Back," became a pop phenomenon virtually from the moment MTV aired its provocative video (which was eventually consigned to evening-hours only).
Seldom does a comic novelty song spark such a fierce cultural debate: no matter how ridiculous it sounded, "Baby Got Back" touched on highly sensitive, hot-button issues of race and sex with a cheerful, good-natured crudeness that was guaranteed to offend more than a few. Was it a token of appreciation for women whose body types were rarely given positive cultural attention, or just another sexist objectification? Was it an indictment of narrow, white-dictated beauty standards that left many typical black women (and the black men who loved them) out in the cold, or did it simply build up one type of woman by denigrating another? Feminists picketed Sir Mix-A-Lot concerts all across the country that summer, but despite their efforts, record buyers sided with the rapper: "Baby Got Back" spent five weeks atop the pop charts, selling over two million copies; it also pushed Mack Daddy into the Top Ten, and went on to win a Grammy for Best Rap Solo Performance. Billboard magazine ranked it as the second biggest single of the year, behind only Boyz II Men's juggernaut "End of the Road."
With 1994's Chief Boot Knocka, Sir Mix-A-Lot tried to follow Mack Daddy -- and "Baby Got Back" in particular -- with a set of danceable party tunes that, like the strip-club anthem "Put 'Em on the Glass," often played up his obsession with the female form. Although it sold respectably among R&B audiences, the mainstream -- perhaps assuming they had already heard Mix-A-Lot's best shot -- virtually ignored it. Personnel shakeups at American Recordings preceded 1996's Return of the Bumpasaurus, ensuring that it ranked a very low promotional priority for the label. Mix-A-Lot dissolved his relationship with them, and spent several years off record -- partly for legal reasons, partly because of a simple frustration with the music industry in general.
During that time, he managed to hook up with the similarly frustrated members of the grunge/novelty band the Presidents of the United States of America. Mix-A-Lot had long been interested in rap-rock fusions -- in addition to his Metal Church collaboration, he'd also teamed up with Mudhoney on the Judgment Night soundtrack tune "Freak Momma" -- and started playing with PUSA in 1998. Eventually, they adopted the name Subset, and worked on some material in the studio; they also mounted a small-scale tour in 2000, but subsequently went their separate ways, partly owing to musical differences and partly to a lack of enthusiasm for the process of putting out a record. Some of their studio recordings were leaked over the Internet, but were never officially released. Solo again, Sir Mix-A-Lot signed with the small Artist Direct label and released his sixth album, Daddy's Home, in 2003; the lead single, "Big Johnson," was a satire of men who exaggerated their manhood, written at the behest of female fans who wanted equal treatment in Mix-A-Lot's sex rhymes. ~ Steve Huey, All Music Guide
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Een heldere maar toch horizontale verfilming van de geweldige speech van Koning Heuvel. Opening Seizoen 2!
MovieTekst:
"geroezemoes"
Graaf Lager: oke ja oke, Koning Heuvel!
Koning Heuvel: Jongens, Even stilte jongens ja, ja? even een vorkje op mijn ding maar ik heb geen vork ja, ja?
"geroezemoes
XmissyMeister: Is dat nou een focking microfoon
Koning Heuvel: Jongens het is vijf maanden geweest. Volgens sjoerd.
"Gelach"
nee, oke,nou het is lang geleden dus. Ennuh, de eerste keer dat we hier waren, was het Februari tweeduizend enn....
Goten Baron: zeven
Koning Heuvel: zes, zes
El Adviseur: Zes
Edjescooterpetje: al twee jaar?¿?¿?
Graaf Lager: zes zes zes
Koning heuvel: Echt moeilijk lang in iedere geval
Goten Baron: Zeven
Graaf Lager: Zeven, Het was tweeduizend zeven
Koning heuvel: tweeduizendzeven, huil allemaal niet jongens, we maken de historie wat langer...
"gelach"
Koning Heuvel: dussem , ja toen waren we hier om een sigaartje te roken, mooie tijd, Nu doen we dat niet meer. Of wel?? Noer heb je sigaren gehaald?
Graaf Lager: Je weet ,je weet (iemand zegt wopwopwop)
Oke, nou dus wel. ennum ik vind het toch leuk dat ik hier sta, te praten in een focking speakerkrat, ja. Als een stel onvolwassen kutmongolen, ja. Gewoon staan in een kanker bos terwijl het half regent. (ondertussen noeri: ja ja ja juist) in iedere geval de grond is juist. Maar jongens, ik voel wel die warmte hier. Ik weet gewoon dat het weer een mooi seizoen wordt. *Snik* , Proost
Gejoel: HEUVELLLL
SirMixaLot: EEUUHH ZUIPEN!
Youtube Video Author: minijezuster
Video Keywords: Heuvel Opening Koning
Video Added: September 7, 2008
Lyrics
Huh!
There's a black man livin in a big (big) house
Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout
Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars
One of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) stars
Me, rollin in the AMG still
?Six slater? 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 the phone 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 jack 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 COMIN, TAXMAN TAKIN
TAXMAN'S A PIMP, SO THE TAXMAN BREAKIN (yeah)
Ordered 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 now it's just a ninety-one fee (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 payin 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 fort, I'm the man with the miracle torque
To pull through all sorts of them tax ?odds?
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
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good Times"
feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And your lyin when you say your street educated
Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty
So stop frontin to your friends like you knew me
Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did
To all ya real, when ya claimin ya gang bang
Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name
But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games
When you was still at home doin nice things
Back in the days of turtle wax on Cadillacs
Life to a brother was hoes and macks
I had to come up some way
Pimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school me
Why moms was puttin in eight to twelve
I was in the hood gettin schooled on makin mail
I can't let my moms die a poor black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
So what's real fool?
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
[Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Back when MLK Way was Empire Way
I was stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say
Better get what you can get before you get got
Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
How can a brother like Mix get played on?
Used to get my fade on, now I'm sprayin Raid on
Tryin to keep my game buck proof
Salt-N-Pepa said +Shoop+, now my girl done cut loose
One down, too many more to go
But when did my game slip, bro?
Cause I can't stand when a man reads my game plan
Took my number, two girl, then ran
Uhhh, now she got a brother named Dexter
In a drop-top, rollin down Gessler
But I'm the biggest mack in this town
Lose one girl and muthafuckas wanna trip now
Feel me, cause I'm about to get real, see
Mad suckas wanna get 'em up wit me
Get back, cause I bought me a big gat
Now I got him on flat back
Back to the brother named Dexter
Feelin kinda proud I betcha, but I won't let cha
Brag to the suckas in the hood though
When you's a black man lookin like Fabio
So when my girl comes back
Tryin to get nasty n' make Dr. Richard get fat
Get me sprung, you wish you could
Now Mix gotta get wit Dexter's goods
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fon)
Don't funk with my fonk
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
That's a no-no, partner
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
Mmm-hm
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
Mista Dexter is kinda feelin like a hero
Watch Mix-a-Lot put him on zero
Hit the streets in my Benz
I'm lookin for Dexter's girlfriend
If he got mine, I'm about to get his
Cause that's the way it is in the mack biz
Dexter's girl said she was his wife
So now I gotta hit him with the mack knife
So I pulled up (uhh!) tough, to get my mack on
Baby girl tryin to show a little back bone
But it's all good when she's seen
That white 500 sittin in the front
And get dressed, c'mon we gotta head west
You can tell Mix what you wanna do next
She said roll on down to the Edgewater Inn
Aw, Mix done done it again
A gut check, operatin on the suspect
The object to make a girl's sex flex
Baby starts to squiggle n' squirm
And watch out baby, cause it's my turn
Now I'm takin baby back home
The rendezvous is straight ON
Cause this is the game that I'm playin
Now Dexter's bout to start sayin ...
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
Don't funk with my fonk
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
I done told ya, boy
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
Gotta watch it, Dexter!
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
Now I'm feelin like a champ, bumpin my amps
Rollin wit a pocket full o' green stamps
Picked up the cellular, callin my main thang
But the phone just rang
Uh oh! Paranoia got me trippin
Am I slippin or is another brother spittin?
Backtrackin my game, I remember one loose end
Everybody's seen my Benz
Damn, now I'm pullin on my goatee
Jealousy'll make my enemies snitch, see
Too many mack rhymes, too many mack lines
Now it seems I'm about to get mine
Walk into the crib-ah
Check in like Virgil Tibbs-ah
Lookin up under the bed fah evidence of Dexter
Wonderin, wonderin if ...
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
Don't funk with my fonk
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
I done told ya, boy
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
It's a step, partner
(Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk)
Now walk it on down
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers sleeping with my funk
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
The Mack Daddy, rippin up skirts in the back of Caddies
If +Baby Got Back+ then baby can have me
Controversy made them ban me, understand me
Girls, bringin many problems to my world
Tryin to make Mix pay for them pearls
One had a baby and it's a girl *baby giggling*
I swore I had protection, got an erection
Must resist temptation
Girls flock, ride my jock
'Cause a big fat Porsche went around the block (mmm)
Met a young girl named Angel
She had a big long weave I'd love to mangle
So I'm puttin in work, lovin tight skirts
So you know a mack poppa gotta flirt (woo!)
Room triple deuced me and baby got loose
Look at baby wiggle that big caboose
Got a little tiny waist, everything's in place
I'm pacin, facin the situation
It's on, put it on tape, troop
Got a little sex now I'm sittin on a lawsuit
Nine months later, little baby pops out
Blonde hair, blue eyes, with her feets in her mouth
Well that can't be me (nope)
'Cause I'm a nappy haired black man, dressed like a O.G.
Angel's gold diggin, this girl's driven
Tryin to catch Mix on slippin
Just because I get paid don't mean I get played
For the bank I've made
And after the blood test I got proof
Your baby is cute ... but don't call me Da Da!
Don't call me Da Da!
The next story, met a young skirt, said her name was Laurie
Smoked much dank, but her life was boring
Got with Mix, now she adores me
Nasty nigga named Mix (yep)
On a tour bus with the porno flicks (mm)
Anxious 'cause I wanna knock boots
And I don't sleep with the girls in my group
So Mack Daddy is strollin and patrollin
Big fat bank I'm holdin
Bus pulls up to the mini mart
And that's where Laurie works and my game starts
Laurie knows nothin bout rap though
And that peeled my superstar cap, so
I'll just go back to the basics
And even that game is stiff, baby, face it
So now Laurie and me is headed to the ?monkey dope?
Straight gettin to the ?monkey poke?
Dip dip dip, one two three
*she moans* 'Cause I'm a vet'ran, see
I kissed her cheek while Laurie was asleep
Let one more groupie use me (mm)
One year later she's tryin to creep
ON MY MONEY
But I ain't the one to get played the sap (uh-uh)
When I hit the sack, big Richard is capped
Your man's a punk for leavin kids with you
The baby's cute, but don't call me Da Da!
Don't call me Da Da!
I'm sittin, in Long Beach Cali, eatin Popeyes' chicken
Thinkin bout the next snake charmer I'm hittin
Met a fly skirt, nickname was Kitten
And I start spittin,
WhassUP with the brother in the passenger seat?
Homeboy bailed 'cause his game was weak
And he was callin her bitch, I was callin her baby
He got the finger, I got the lady
Me and Kitten left the place quickened (yep)
Busta, you and cousin Kitten need a stickin
TO THE 'TEL, TO THE 'TEL, TO THE 'TEL WE RUSH
(gasp) The jimmy-hat bust
I start sweatin, conscience bettin
That I'ma have to deal with bed wettin
But I'ma handle this thing like a man
Settle down and bring the kid up, that's the plan
Three weeks later I get this call though
Kitten sounds happy on the telephone
She said "Go on and live your life, bro,
'Cause EPT said no," so don't call me Da Da!
Don't call me Da Da!
Don't call me Da Da!
Da da!
Don't call me Da Da! I ain't yo daddy, baby!
Da Da!
Don't call me Da Da!
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
(repeated - 4X)
[Verse 1]
Here I am chief boot knocker
Watch your skirt, if you don't I got ya
Tibbity toe, tibbity toe through the grass
Old scallous ass nigga with a pocket full of cash
Who that? rollin in a Viper
Got much beef with the freeway sni-per
He wants me cause I bumped his girlfriend
Your suicidal tendencies are not my problem
Low life DOG, chasin these skirts through the motherfuckin fog
I'm that, black man with fourteen skirts in a black Scadan
A fool named Draws in a seven six Kirk
Parked at the bench and left his girl on trays
Said get out the car bitch, that's a mistake
cause now I'm the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
I'm in a drop top Benzo on three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
She turned to the left with the (*pause*)
"Mack Daddy" is back and Charles is mad (* 2 gunshots *)
Show Charles what I had
Some niggaz is fine and some smooth talkers
But they can't fuck with the chief boot knocker
[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my toma, tom, tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
And I here them sing
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker
[Verse 2]
Scam, scam devise another plan
Take another girl from a cryin ass man
Always askin her where she's been
She was rollin with me from six through ten (yep)
Got home at ten thirty
You was smellin her neck, tryin to see if she's dirty
You wanna beat her down, but you got no proof
Now you shootin buckshot through the roof (yep)
To much emotion, somebody rub this sissy boy down with lotion
And now your tellin her to stay home
But she can still call Mix on the telephone
And there you go, slippin
You promised her another ass whippin
And you slap, slap, slap, now you feelin kinda macho
+I Got Game+ and I took your Benzo
What you gonna do with a cake boy's nightmare
Bought you a nine but you still looked scared
AK-47? nope
I run a HK-91 with the Leopold scope
So eat that 308, fool
Actin like a joke but Big Mack's rule
You had to inject but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the chief boot knocker
[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Verse 3]
I meet a girl named Gail at a soul food restaurant
Big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
Tried to step to her in the hall
She said her ex-boyfriend plays pro football
But I hate quarterbacks, but I like throwback
on a young, fine brown skin snackpack
She got a black SL, it was sittin on 19's lookin all swell
I really don't care about your boyfriend sweetness
Jealousy is every man's weakness
But I ain't no salt slinger, just a gang slinger
And oh yes it's the bird banger
I followed Gail to the crib
Walked in straight trippin off a how the girl lives
Your man is a trick and his game is whipped
I can pull you in a Benzo and a broke down jeep
Take notes off the shit I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggaz might jack ya
But the game came way with the chief boot knocker
[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Ch, chief boot knocker
(*chants of "chief boot knocker" and "Tomahawk Chop" chant, continue until fade*)
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: Tags: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
Shake, to, my flow
Let it go when you shake that coco
+I Got Game+, so whatcha know
Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo
Oo-chie, coo-chie
Still lookin for the supa booty
Rump, chaser, rump snatcha
Huh, get 'em on camera
Call me a jockey
Cause I'm ridin them skirts and I talk real cocky
Ol mackin-ass Mix is back
I'm slangin that game on 28 tracks
Yep yep, pack 'em in a Benz
Take 'em to my house, straight let 'em all in
Call Mix-a-Lot a slut?
I might get banned, but I still like BUTTS
Mmmmm! lay 'em on the table
Dr. Richard's willin and able
Not sexist, just sexy
Do I like sistas? Well, let's see
She's thick, walkin with a switch
Carryin a beeper, ya betta not call her no bitch
When it comes to a snack-pack I can't lie
I wanna RIDE!
Can I RIDE?
I wanna RIDE! x2
Shake 'em up like you're playin them craps
Two snake eyes puttin fellas on tap
What I'm sayin ain't popular nowadays
But it ain't good without the mayonnaise
I, can-not dance
But I'm good when ya hit that stance
Wham, bam, met a girl named Pam
I poke and thank you ma'am
Ain't no, drag in my bag
Gotta do me cause I don't play tag
Six-double-o hoop, costs loot
Hit the gas she'll scoot
When ya dance, I'm on ya
When ya walk, I'm on ya
When ya moan, I'm on ya
I'm that +Nasty Dog+ and I tried to warn ya
To the 'tel, to the 'tel we go
Don't need a bed cause I'm good on the floor
When a chocolate masterpiece walks by,
I wanna RIDE!
Can I RIDE, baby?
I wanna RIDE!
RIDE
I'm like Tyrannosaurus Rex
I sense movement then I gotta wreck shop
I'm on top but down to flip-flop
*scratching* 'Don't stop'
So, I, won't stop
Love to see that thang go pop
Don't be, phony, baby show me
I can ride yo pony
Saddle up n' go, you can show Bo
He don't know
You, can, put it on a man
Make me yo number one fan
Some brothers wanna claim they're down
Puttin on fronts like clowns
But I'm packin this 9 in my glove
Givin nothin but the females love, yeah!
Ain't no sissy in me
4-4 mags ain't never been friendly
But I like the girls
+Cake Boys+ get scared in the kitty-cat world
But I'm not the one to come cake
Baby this game is straight
Fellas in the house, you can't deny!
ALL y'all wants to RIDE!
I wanna RIDE! x3
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
"C'mon now" - repeated
[Verse 1]
Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos
Hittin the hard rock, to finish my work spot
I'm lookin for females to cop (yeah)
You thinkin past me, I'm rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho, G
And I'm sittin in third, I'm never on swerve, to the right I merge
Now I'm patrollin and I'm lookin for a skirt, this thing I'm holin
I still got game ain't a damn thing change
I spot ten V's in the left lane
Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at thongs
And she's poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse
Girl let it all out!
And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid
36 D's a make a man skid
I'm puttin in work on the freeway pass
Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah)
[Break] - w/ ad libs
Put 'em on the glass ..
Put 'em on the glass, girl
Put 'em on the glass
[Verse 2]
Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky
Got fresh rock on his pinkie
He gets paid to stay laid
My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played
Girls when I'm on the freeway
Cats jumpin in, givin me leeway
And then drop them things on the dash
This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast
At speed I got a need to see you breathe
And proceed with the kinky tease
Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder
Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier
But lusting is on balls
Everybody's beggin to get into your draws
What's makin you hit brown?
+Baby Got Back+ or (shake it up and down)
You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown
Straight growin all night long
I like my females nasty
Never try to drive straight past me
Just get in the left lane and show me your insane
And fill up the window with fangs
Puttin niggaz on skids, jump out and straight crash
Cause she put 'em on the glass
[Break] - w/ ad libs - (*scratched*)
[Verse 3]
How many times will you play this
before your ban this, I heard Mix so I can't stand this
But I got a family, lovin this scandalous rap
Guess who I got layin on the canvas
D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D
Hard from the three way party
Baby them things is workin
Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens
You hit the gas I hit my drool
Baby can I get with you?
Rush the blood 'til the glass gets dressed
Obsessed with the ways you express yourself
Some say I only rap about wealth
But baby can I talk about your health?
Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin lungs
Get a brother oh so strung
I'm lovin this window draftin
The whole right lane is draftin
Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly
B double O B S, straight sittin in the window
I'd rather kiss them than indo
And if you see me on the freeway, baby don't pass
Slow down and put 'em on the glass
[Break] - w/ ad libs
Put 'em on the glass
Put 'em on the glass, girl
Put 'em on the glass
Now shake them titties ..
Shake 'em ..
Put 'em on the glass ..
Put 'em on the glass
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: Tags: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
(*breathing noises mixed with a dog barking*)
(*"bow wow" - repeated*)
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run ...
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run ...
[Verse 1]
Kitty cat, kitty cat run, run, run
I'm the dog in the Benz with the big chrome gun
Lookin for a coochie proper
Hot mama, big dog, big game, no drama
Never make babies, can't get rabies
Makin head hit and it's crazy
And when I catch a little kitty lookin oh so tough (hmm)
Bring hot water cause I might get stuck
EW!, while I'ma stop in Cosmo
Cause my lyrical content is gando
Stickin to the mind of the critics
I'm still with it, dogs gotta get it (hey come here buddy)
Bow wow was the sound of the hound with the C town crown
I sniff around 'til I pin cats down
They like to run up trees
but I can bring 'em back down with a jingle of my car keys
Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty
I can't let a cat run past me
Watch your skirt when your walkin through the mall
Cause I ain't nothin but a nasty dog
[Break]
("bow wow" - repeated and mixed with a dog barking)
(Yeah)
(What kind of dog is this?)
Dog
(I ain't nothin) but a nasty dog ...
(What kinda dog is this?)
[Skit]
(*Woman knocks on door*)
Woman #1: What you want?
Woman #2: Can Mix come out to play?
Woman #1: Nasty bitch
[Verse 2]
So I'm back puttin black kitty cats on their backs
Big macks never lag, on wax I'ma low down dog
I just stepped up and other dogs wanna flex up
I ain't tryna be the best rapper, just a big macker
So sit on down and watch the bank stacker
It still ain't easy G
But this dog's a Bentley
So I'ma chase that cat 'til I can't chase no mo'
There she goes in a drop top Rocko
What's up with your car sweetie?
Come on down and jump in the Black-ini
Another brother tryna diss and Mix ain't down
Oh no, hot sauce in my Dog Chow
Another brother can't see me
But he wants to be me
I'm layin these thangs on 'em freely
Now you got fo' fo' chromes, straight layin on your dome
And get your mangy ass on
Back to the kitty, cause she's kinda pretty
I'm couldn't stop lookin at her ta-ta-ta .. face
Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog
Little did she know I'ma nasty dog
[Break] - w/ ad libs
(old, stinky, rotten, ripe and old DOG)
[Verse 3]
I'm slingin that game like it ain't jack
She's fat, black cat but she won't look back
Rollin this Viper, tryna entice her
Don't need a front but I likes to
Get me an attitude, fightin over who pulls up
Two dogs in a sports car, playin old cuts
turned down the James Brown
I said "what's up girl" but she still won't turn around
Attitude (what up), attitude (what's up)
When the girls are playin the role and what do we do? (call 'em stuck up)
Now we're both tryna front like we don't care
Whip a U-Turn to get a quick stare
But the face was hurtin (damn)
The girl's grill was tore up, mustache wasn't workin
Grandma old face with a nom ass body
"Mack Daddy" didn't want this hotty
Flashback to the cryin game
I hate to see any parts of that poon-tang
Usually I'm quick to mack but that's road kill, back it up black
Quiz it, to giz it with the quick hiz its
For zeeze it, tazease it, it's hard for me to leave it
Not sexist, just sexy with my dia-logue
Cause I'ma nasty (*scratching*) (*dog bark*) (snapping and barking and
biting) dog
(snapping and barking and biting) - 3X
[Break] - ("bow wow" - repeated and mixed with a dog barking) - w/ ad libs
Cause I'ma nasty dog
Yeah, dog ...
Nasty dog ...
Nasty dog ...
Nasty dog ...
Nasty dog
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
Run for the hills cause the mack is back
I'm hookin' up girls by fact
If you're stacked
You can rub a big mack
I gotta gas
So don't worry about scraps
(no, no)
Five foot eleven with a seven foot game
Gotta big mouth piece and I show no shame
Monsta kinky have no morals
Monsta loves to get oral (ummmm!)
Got ten cars and the girls like that
I was born and bred to be a mack
Once your sign is played
You gotta put a style in your game now a days
In the sixty's girls was all high
LSD had 'em given up thighs
The baby boom was on I droppped
No more woodstock but now you got Mix-A-Lot
So put me in your CD changer
Watch your girl cause Mix'll rearrange her
Ooo, he's sexist
Doo, he's sexist
Keepin Rush Limbaugh restless
Well I'm da' mack and that抯 monsta
Straight chase girls through the tail cause I wants to
You can call it whack
But you respect this black
When it comes to game I'm a monsta mack
-Chorus:
Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough
Big Mack, Cause the Mix-A-Lot game is tough
I'm a monsta mack
Lookin for sex
Bih bih bih big big mack
Strike the pose
But she aint nasty as me
Cause Mix-A-Lot is stuck on freaky
Can't stop tappin that tweety
Give it to the needy
Nope, cause I'm too damn greedy
Here I go walking through the mall
Don't play ball
But I got game for 'em all
Focus on a victim, Focus on a victim
Mr. Richard is hot so lets sick em
And like a tomahawk jumpinon a scud
Girl you got to gimp my puhh
The pick up king is back buddy
Tryinto give lessons to these thick ass ballers and understudies
I'm not tryinto call you no bitch girl
Don't give a damn if your poor or rich girl
And we can play a pool
And I'm pokinthat 8-ball cool
And the bootys
I still like the bootys
She got a little waist doinsquats just to keep me on my duty
Giant size games what I droppinStraight freaks with these thick ol' gluts is
what I'm knockinNow the right wing wanna test me
If likinsex is a crime then you arrest me
But don't tell me who to sing to Jack
Cause a third of your life is in the sack
I'm a monsta mack
-Chorus-
Drivinmy car by the bus stop
Till I spot a young cutie straight suckindown a soda pop
Baby girl's winkinMix-A-Lot's thinkinHope this girl's feet ain抰 stankinHere
we go
Swing by Franglors
Get a little Soul Food
Now you got a brother in the mood
Damn gotta get her home with the quickness
For this warriors a witness
No need to put my girls on tilt
Cause straight up game will get your milk
The nasty dog is back
With straight pimp game black
Ain抰 no shame
I'm a monsta mack
-Chorus-
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers monster
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
I love it when ya bounce bounce bounce,
Shakin the top, shakin the bottom
Can i pounce pounce pounce,
Chasin the boots and then i done got 'em
Can i go go go? as soon as you thinkin i'm done
I'm takin it slow, slow, slow
The butt-man's back puttin ?mauls on the mud duct?
Stab stab stab, mitsubishis eat dust
Steppin on the way to a club
They had a big butt contest so i know i got pub[licity]
Smooth, stroll, step into the club
I got mo, dough, some jealous brothers
Got beef, though, got fourteen mamas
On my hip, so, don't do it bro!
Five hundred dollars to the skirt wit the most bounce
Mix-a-lot is judgin so they let it all out
Wet t-shirts, itty bitty skirts
All my homies straight puttin in work (much work)
I call it sexy, some call it sexist
Can't tell a lie, mr. richard is restless
Pump pump pump, now they got me on ?skips?
The girly in the purple on the right is on hip
She got a body but she can't dance a ounce
To hell witcha dance moves girl, just let it beaounce
(shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
So baby in the purple got paid
Now she's sittin in my car so it's time to check the age
Baby girl's age is the same as her waist
Deuce-four ... my taste! (mmh)
Thick soul sista wit the dookie braids
Fine young princess flamin wit the self made boss
I paid the cost so i'm the big hoss
When the skirts start to bounce i'm lost
Crazy bout thickness, i get 'em with the quickness
My game is straight laced, no slickness
Witness the system pimp, never been simp
Other wanna-bes just limp
A thick, rump, will make a +nasty dog+
Wanna straight, hump, and if you make it bounce
I'ma act, drunk, and chase it all around
Until i bump, bump, no fronts in the grunts
A little, mistake, she got into my car
Now the shirt, shakes, i'm hittin potholes
Like earth, quakes, nothin 'bout the game
Is fake, cake or jake!
You can bounce ya sixty-four
But it can't hang with a hotty gettin wild on the dance floor
And if ya can't make soul train, girl, don't pout
Bring it to me baby, *slurrrp* and let it beaounce
(shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce, baby (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
I've been checkin out you other rappers' videos
Never lookin at the rapper, just the hotty in the skippy clothes
And i gotta admit this
Mix-a-lot'll zooma-zoom-zoom these skirts wit the quickness
All y'alls girls is fly so i'ma give ya props
Look at them girls in the dazzey dukes pop
Shake that thang like a salt shaker
Indecent proposal from the bank maker
Doo-doo brown can make the girls in my group get down
They couldn't sit down, so let that booty bounce around
And they'll throw it in yo face, checkin yo manhood
Ya wanna touch it if you're only good
The smooth, skin, on top of that
The booty is boo-min, shakin like a leaf
To keep it mo-vin, you disagree wit me
Then where have you, been, livin on the end?
Sis boom bah, i'm lovin to watch the body
Of a soul sistah, they're shakin they booties and makin em bounce
To ooh la la, tryin to get deep in they panties
Is the mack papa, change up,
Iiiiiii'm the one to come undone and get all sprung
When her butt swung i'm gettin high-strung
And all the strike a pose vogue, miss girl, get out!
Just let it beaounce!
Beaounce!
Let it beaounce!
Beaounce!
Let it beaounce!
Beaounce!
Let it beaounce!
Beaounce!
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
(shake shake shake it mama)
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot mixalot chief boot knocka knocker knockers bounce
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Chief Boot Knocka
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: rap
Video Added: September 6, 2008
I Check My Bank
Lyrics
I'm peelin off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my clip
I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
but boom, look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
Just another soldier, causin doom
No I don't bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy, I'm glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack
but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin
Record companies think you're missin
But I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
Now the positive rhymes is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin that dome
You might want mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so please don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
AhhhI checks my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Straight checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money"
In the magazine I look like a dope man
cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin up to no man
And in the rap game I gets no respect
cause I'm checkin more bank than the Heat check
Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
But nah I'm just pumpin straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK's keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed
I'm about making these dividends
and every motherfucker ain't my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played that fool
Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin
but I've be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to increase the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
to roll, and keep all the shit under my control
That's how I'm livin, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
"Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan"
*repeat 2X*
I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch*
C'mon Punish! "Cash money"
A word to the cops, I can't be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don't drop props
A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops
You can run up with your whip but you'll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*Beastie Boys scratch "What's the time?"*
It's time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a nigga like me
I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on edge
Puttin CEO's to bed
Business, straight yankin in dead presidents
It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent
The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin my bank
C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! Punish em!
Show these DJ's what time it is Punish
Peace out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
I checks my bank
I checks my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin my bank
I checks my bank!
chief boot knocka knocker knockers
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: sirmixalot sir mix-a-lot
Video Added: September 6, 2008
Lyrics
"tell 'about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga, that's what i call this female
Bad from the head to the motherfuckin' toenails
I ain't sprung, i'm just poppin' them facts'
Baby is a female mack yeahuhmm
Eyes that kill when the loc's are peeled
Takin' your money if your game ain't real
Known to keep the ass on propa (propa)
Never gettin tickets from those horney-ass coppas
There she go, walkin through the mall
4 inch pumps got her 6 feet tall
Switchin,
Aint' thinkin 'bout stickin
Looking like she never seen a kitchen
Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend)
Looking for a fool with a grip of ends (grip of ends)
Met one, boom, there he is
A rich young brotha in showbiz yeh
Big man, c.e.o.
6 double o are the letters on his benzo
Big mack daddy, bad to the bone
But 3 months later it's on
He done took her to the beach
Rubbed her feet
And bought baby girl a new jeep
Now she's gone, you can't buy love without game
But shuga gotcha lame
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
Sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby"
She's commin straigh outta encino
Hittin football players for the c-notes (yep)
Picken' 'em, gittin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em
Take 'em for the bank and then quiten' them
Went to the raiders game and spotted this
Black quarterback with a big fat contract
Now she's on the visitors side line
The mackin' is on when the coach calls time
Quick work, gotta do it slick so
Do it while the raiders is kick'n they field goal
Put the number on the bottom of a cup
"the kick is up... it's good!"
Later that night relaxin'
The quarterbacks thinkin' he's waxen'
But naa the typical line
"i just don't think it's the right time" (what???)
Ask yourself, who's the mack
Baby starts buyin' moneysacks
Cause when the fool got to the next city
Western union straight got busy
4 g's a week and now baby got a condo sittin in redondo
So the quarterback calls cause he wanna get naked
"beep beep beep" disconnected
I'll tell ya son, just because you can bench press
Don't put ya past this test
You got pimped like a straight-up sap
Paid money casue you sprung on the cat(huh)
Bought 35 g's and now your through
Never got near the boots
See ya, but i never would've been ya
Sweet brown shuga done went up in ya
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell,tell about me baby"
Baby starts going to the wheight room
That's trouble, add more curve to the bubble
The rump is pumped ready for battle
Caught the next plane to seattle
Welcome to the 206
She's lookin for the brotha named mix
Jumped in a rental car rolled to the hood
Brown shuga's up to no good
Got my digit's, gave me a call
Have no fear, mix-a-lot don't fall
"riinnnngggg- yeah, who this?"
"38-24-38 mix"
Cliped on my pager, grabed my cellular
Eeny meeny miney mo and picked the number 8 car
Now i'm rollin' in my nsx thinkin' i'ma get some "koo-chee"
Met her at the mini-mart, she was in an escort
I'm kinda thinkin' 'bout contact sports
When we get back to the mix house
I'm knockin' that kitty cat out!!!
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga
"tell about me baby" that's what i call this female
"tell about me baby"
"tell about me baby"
Chief Boot Knocka Knocker Knockers
Youtube Video Author: skrank334
Video Keywords: none
Video Added: September 6, 2008
1991 A. HALL SHOW
Youtube Video Author: seawa08
Video Keywords: SIR MIX LOT RAP
Video Added: September 5, 2008
Just a random horny-weird-retarded mmv.
Songs:
Rock DJ - Robbie Williams
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix A Lot
I'm Horny - Mousse T
Satisfaction - Benny Benassi
Face Down Ass Up - DJ Isaac
Sex On The beach - Venga Boys
Me So Horny - 2 Live Crew
Cute Without The E - Taking Back Sunday
The last song is my favorite song all
time. so u better look for it and download it. its good. . . .
Youtube Video Author: Claudy23
Video Keywords: ClAuDiAxlol Horny Face Down Ass Up Satisfaction Maple MS Story Techno Trance Music Channel Claudy23 Funny Not Fail Epic
Video Added: September 2, 2008
Link to Sir Mix A Lot's Biography:
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