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Sir Mix-a-Lot

I`ll Roll You Up

  rap  hip-hop  old school  hip hop  90s  rap  hip-hop  old school  hip hop  90s
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Текст песни Sir Mix-a-Lot - I`ll Roll You Up

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[Sir Mix-A-Lot]Tightly knit, my script is legitI`m force feedin competition, more rebel shitRhymes on a roll, cold yet boldI did "Posse on Broadway" in cruise controlRunnin like a wart, rap`s my sportOf course loss, and then you pick the partBut don`t cry and say you wasn`t warnedCause my voice keeps comin like a STORMBass should it be let go, heck noWant to be hard, cause you failed to be technoRugged, ripped and rough hittin like "Thriller" (boom)My bass drum is a killerPacked like a musket, tough to test itYour arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed itHis eyes are big, his crew ran away in the crunchThen I hit `em with the "Batman" punchLaugh, if you want but don`t approach Cause most that approach get ate up like toastBut some do come, you wanna scrap or what?If not stay back, cause I`ll Roll You Up[Break - w/ variations](That`s right Mix, roll that sucker)(Kick it over here)I`ll Roll You Up(Roll `em up, Roll `em up Mix)(Kick, kick, kick it over here) (Kick, kick, kick it over here)(kick it over here Mix)[Sir Mix-A-Lot]I`m scannin the court, holdin the fortRunnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tortMore real estate, keep my posse runnin to the bankIt`s hardcore, breakin up armored tanksNot dressed to impress, but dressed for painNo cute sweatsuits, just sweat and chainsStep off strapped, I let off capsHa, Hitchcock couldn`t write more wicked rapsRip the Godfather, then you start that bragginI never jumped on a James Brown bandwagonA malla ralla, makin MC`s hollerMy rope`s so big, your girl`s callin me a ballerBad is played, so I choose to use meanDiabolical mind, the remorse is unseenQuick to cut on any concert quackLip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracksHe claims to hate me, swears I can`t beat `emI drop a new jam, the punks come like I beep `emTried to jack, stepped up and got poppedCause I`m takin out scum like "Robocop"Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knotThe temporary, interuptin in your chain of thoughtIt`s me so give it up, cause the gat is in your gutDon`t make a move or I`ll Roll You Up, sucker[Break - w/variations]"Mix-A-Lot" - 4XI`ll Roll You UpYeah, how many players we got in the house?(*yelling in background*)How many Playboys we got in the house?[Sir Mix-A-Lot]All you players from coast to coast You know I rock the mostMy bank is thick but it`s legal, so I boastComin at a brother like a in sync cheapI`m still down to (*banging noise*), if a sucker got beefRoll him up, cause he`s soft, kinda limpI`m your worst nightmare, a sucker MC`s pimpWorkin `em hard with my hip hop forceMy words so cold they known to freeze up wartsThe scope is focused, notice no hocus pocusYour girl`s a square, but she`ll tell ya I`m bogusSaw you on the street, your middle finger was flippinAnd your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippinRead my song, lyrics are strongThe critics were wrong, I kind to suckers like pongAgression the lesson, pain is the ultimatumReachin and grabbin, hittin like Jack TatumThey are crushed, turnin suckers to slushHeavyweight beef for you punks that fussWhippin like handball, punishin the faceI`m all up in `em like Section EightLogical rhymes, ahead of the timeGoin for mine, and fight time, still down to grindHere`s the white chalk, your next to get cutBut cross the white line and I`ll Roll You Up[Break]I`ll Roll You Up ...Bring it on down(*beat changes*)[Sir Mix-A-Lot]I got my voice down pact, rock it up like crackSmacked all the whack, with a loaded packBlack Cross Courts is the chosen attireHeavy with the lyrics, all balls are fireCause I`m (*scratched* - "Dope, are great"*)In the Pacific Time Zone, I`m considered the bossA lyrical nightmare, it`s me in your dreamsFeel the sweat, the smoke, get up and then screamLoose is the noose, but I`m tightenin soonMy drum`s steady hung, with enormous boomI stomp all comp, for it`s you I rompMy drum`s kickin harder than paternity stompsHit it and with it, the posse`s heavy and stiffSkirts on the tip, for the player riffNot a regular rapper, cause I`m knowin what`s upYou attack from the back and I`ll Roll You Up[Outro](Mix-A-Lot)(*talking*)(Mix-A-Lot)I`ll Roll You Up(Mix-A-Lot)

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