Текст песни Sir Mix-a-Lot - Sleepin Wit My Fonk
Sir Mix-a-Lot - Sleepin Wit My Fonk слова песни
How can a brother like Mix get played on?Used to get my fade on, now I`m sprayin Raid onTryin to keep my game buck proofSalt-N-Pepa said +Shoop+, now my girl done cut looseOne down, too many more to goBut when did my game slip, bro?Cause I can`t stand when a man reads my game planTook my number, two girl, then ranUhhh, now she got a brother named DexterIn a drop-top, rollin down GesslerBut I`m the biggest mack in this townLose one girl and muthafuckas wanna trip nowFeel me, cause I`m about to get real, seeMad suckas wanna get `em up wit meGet back, cause I bought me a big gatNow I got him on flat backBack to the brother named DexterFeelin kinda proud I betcha, but I won`t let chaBrag to the suckas in the hood thoughWhen you`s a black man lookin like FabioSo when my girl comes backTryin to get nasty n` make Dr. Richard get fatGet me sprung, you wish you couldNow Mix gotta get wit Dexter`s goods[Somebody, been sleepin wit my fonk]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 heroWatch Mix-a-Lot put him on zeroHit the streets in my BenzI`m lookin for Dexter`s girlfriendIf he got mine, I`m about to get his Cause that`s the way it is in the mack bizDexter`s girl said she was his wifeSo now I gotta hit him with the mack knifeSo I pulled up (uhh!) tough, to get my mack onBaby girl tryin to show a little back boneBut it`s all good when she`s seenThat white 500 sittin in the frontAnd get dressed, c`mon we gotta head westYou can tell Mix what you wanna do nextShe said roll on down to the Edgewater InnAw, Mix done done it againA gut check, operatin on the suspectThe object to make a girl`s sex flexBaby starts to squiggle n` squirmAnd watch out baby, cause it`s my turnNow I`m takin baby back homeThe rendezvous is straight ONCause this is the game that I`m playinNow 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 ampsRollin wit a pocket full o` green stampsPicked up the cellular, callin my main thangBut the phone just rangUh oh! Paranoia got me trippinAm I slippin or is another brother spittin?Backtrackin my game, I remember one loose endEverybody`s seen my BenzDamn, now I`m pullin on my goateeJealousy`ll make my enemies snitch, seeToo many mack rhymes, too many mack linesNow it seems I`m about to get mineWalk into the crib-ahCheck in like Virgil Tibbs-ahLookin up under the bed fah evidence of DexterWonderin, 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