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Текст песни Sir Mix-a-Lot - My Bad Side

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(*sounds of gun shots being fired*)(*person yelling*)[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking to another person]Hey yo, ain`t you the one that was talkin crazy to me other day on Rain Ear(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)(*gun blast*)[Sir Mix-A-Lot]Rushin up the middle like a fullbackIt`s my drug, head to head contactMack 11, my best friend in full effectThat`s the beat that you been lookin for, no pussy checkCome quietly the punishment awaits youI`m playin games and I know you can`t relate tooSurprise my rhyme hit you from the blind sideYou better chill cause your messin with my bad side[Break - w/ *scratching* and variations](*Suckers getting tossed*)"My, my, my, my, my bad side"(*Suckers gettin tossed*)(*Suckers gettin tossed*)"*My, my, my, my, my bad side*"(*Suckers gettin tossed*)"*My, my, my, my, my bad side*""*My bad side*"[Sir Mix-A-Lot]Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain`t bullshittinTell ya girl about how hard this shit`s gettinShoot `em down like the All World Crime BossBreak soft and like a salad you`ll get tossedVoice like rock effects I don`t need `emYou drop for your boss, I`m like a pimp when I greet `emRole like son, your just another recruitSalute roody poos to your king I`m in the black bootsThe beat`s runnin like a Benz in the fast laneOver do it, put your speakers in a freeze frameWatch the bunny while I inject the venomScreams of pain cause my rhymes up in `emRushin like a buffalo, and wild like a NavajoReckless like the PLO, bring it back and here we goThe bass drum dancin through to get dumbGirls on my tip doin flips because I`m well hungNever been a fan of yours, vapors say my game`s slickYou find something then you hide it with a drum chickTakin apart every rap that`s on the chartsMix there with yours, spin it back it ain`t hardPlease, get up and take brown tip punkCause you might get dumpedYour producers are bitin, your gettin paid but your lameAnd no two songs of mine sound the sameFame is not needed to acquire great wealthPick pocket posse pick up the pace you need helpSucker, you better step to the stand byBecause your messin with my Bad Side[Break - *scratching*]*My, my, my, my, my bad side**My, my, my, my, my bad side*[Sir Mix-A-Lot]I`m like thunder, a barbaric like warriorAnd I got the beat for yaBumpin in your trunk like a hump of funk punkYou wanna jump but your jump got skunkedPick `em up ref, eight count his lights are outLookin for the jab but he caught my roundhouseStereo effect our words connect Pick up the mic and check our muscles flexLoosen up your belt so my rhyme is dealtYou might gain wealth but can you do it yourself, nopeYou stole a beat from a old great recordCall my record weak, here it is now you break itYou say I`m broke but I`m ridin in a BenzoWhat you rollin boy a Hugo?Tryin to roll with the girls your callin Mix-A-Lot a suckerWho you callin sucker, lip-synching motherfuckerMove the set boy how`s this fiascoI`m in your gutter and I`m singin like Tabasco, suckerYou better step to the stand byBecause your messin with my Bad Side[Break - *scratching* - mixed in with talking in background*]"*My, my, my, my, my bad side*""My Bad Side""*My, my, my Bad Side*""*My, my, my, my, my bad side*"[Sir Mix-A-Lot]Gun in my nose, slap my girl in her faceTook both my beepers and my ill skin caseSnatched all my gold, sucker punk and he`s goneHe made a break for the car and now the chase is onRollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yesCaddy was back but my Benz was in his faceLeft toward South Shore, wrong way homeyThis street`s for Mix-A-Lot`s posse onlyLooked in his mirror saw my big gold grillAin`t no place to run so you might as well chillJumped from the car like he wanted to runAnd Maharashi on the roof (yo drop the gun)Punk dropped that, so I dropped mineYou see I`d rather box, than have to use my ninePunk buckled up from a one, two punchMy girl stomped the sucker with a high heel pumpCops on my jock, I broke round the blockChase cars eat dust and G don`t stopSmoker, you needed drugs for your next highYou pull a gat on my Bad Side[Skit at the end of the song - Two guys talking outside Sir Mix-A-Lot`s house]Guy #1: Alright man, let`s kick the door down and Break in their man, we can get all his stuff, man, he got gold, man (word) the jewelry man and a old Corvette in the garage, I`m a get me in that man*"My Bad Side"*Guy #2: I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot manGuy: I know well listen, take him out manGuy #2: He dissed my sisterGuy: Don`t let him get away man, take his girl out manGuy: I know my homeboy slapped his girlGuy #2: I know, yeah, let`s get it, let`s get in, let`s get inGuy: Kick the door down, readySir Mix-A-Lot: WELCOME TO MY HOUSE PUNKS, YEAH!(*gun blasts*) (*yelling*)Sir Mix-A-Lot: That`s right punk, try to run punk(*gun blasts*) (*yelling*)Sir Mix-A-Lot: Oh you the last one, huhGuy: Oh, come on Mix, let me go, don`t point that gun(*Two gun shots fired*)[Sir Mix-A-Lot]You boys got to learn not to step up in my house with that weak gat

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