Текст песни Sir Mix-a-Lot - Square Dance Rap
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[Intro - talking]Ha hee!, hee!Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin the catsWhy don`t you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down(*yelling*)Put it upThat`s the way I like it there Mix-A-LotHey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton pickerPicks me up Mix-A-Lot[Break]Now everybody`s rappin `boutEverybody`s rappin `boutEver - (*repeated*)[Verse 1]Now everybody`s rappin `bout "where`s their line?"I`m gonna bust me a brand new rhymeGirlfriend`s down and you stomped her freakShake your hips and act conceitThrow your head high in the airGrab your partner`s derriereFellas in the cut, I know you must be trippinMy boy`s got them there home girl`s quippinNow grab your partner, take a bowIf you can`t dance, I`ll tell you howWave your hands and take two stepsGrab your hips and slide to the leftGet all in your partner`s faceSwerve to the side and show your laceIf your a freak then let it showAnd grab your partner doshy-do (do, do ...)[Verse 2]Now if you think your partner`s fineGrab her where the sun don`t shineIf you can`t dance, then tap your toesIf your stuffed up, turn up your noseWave your hands from side to sideLean to the left and take a slideOther`s DJs know their no matchJust look to the stage and the song`s that scratched(*scratching*)[Male voice - talking]Rock me babe - 4X[Verse 3]Freaks on the left and freaks on the rightGrab your partner, hold him tightPut your hands in his Levi`sHold his rear while he grips your thighsThe more you dance, the more I rapThe big fat beat makes your toes tapGlee can, no can, hang with thisAll you freaks give your man a kiss (look good)[Break] - 4XMy beats are ickyThat why I`m Swass[Break - talking]Beat boxOh Mix-A-Lot I`m feelin it now, cotton pickerYEEEE-HA![Verse 4]Now everybody on the floor clap your handsSmoke to the beat of the one man bandMix-A-Lot brings on the drum machineThe bass line riff is "oh, so mean"Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his roomWith a full tape recorder you can bust jams tooThrow your partner across your thighTickle her fast, until she starts to cryWhip her to the left, whip her to the rightBut don`t whip her to hard cause her jeans are tight (look good)[Chorus]Get your hands off that girl, boySeattle rocks(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)L.A. rocks(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)Miami rocks(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)D.C. rocks(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)Carolina rocks(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)Houston, Texas rocks(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)Your momma rocks(to the, to, to, to the Square Dance Rap)London, England rocks(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)To the Square Dance Rap, hot damn[Outro - talking]Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that noise cotton picker?Sound like Grand Ole OpryHear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say sound like Grand Ole Opry cotton pickerNow before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to sayTo the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot RayHis style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricksIf you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he`ll put you in the mixA haha, hey Mix-A-Lot I caught you that time, cotton picker[Break]My beats are icky ... (*drums play until fade*)