Lyrics Sir Mix-A-Lot

Sir Mix-A-Lot

I'll Roll You Up

Tightly knit, my script is legit

I'm force feedin' competition, more rebel shit

Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold

I did posse on Broadway in cruise control

Runnin' like a wart, rap's my sport

Of course loss, and then you pick the part

But don't cry and say you wasn't warned

'Cause my voice keeps comin' like a storm

Bass should it be let go, heck no

Want to be hard, 'cause you failed to be techno

Rugged, ripped and rough hittin' like thriller

(Boom)

My bass drum is a killer

Packed like a musket, tough to test it

You're arrested, you guessed it

(Yo, was he in a trial?)

His eyes are big, his crew ran away in the crunch

Then I hit 'em with the batman punch

Laugh, if you want but don't approach

Cause most that approach get ate up like toast

But some do come, you wanna scrap or what?

If not stay back, cause I'll roll you up

(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)

I'm scannin' the court, holdin' the fort

Runnin' your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort

More real estate, keep my posse runnin' to the bank

It's hardcore, breakin' up armored tanks

Not dressed to impress but dressed for pain

No cute sweat suits, just sweat and chains

Step off strapped, I let off caps

Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps

Rip the godfather, then you start that braggin'

I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon

A malla ralla, makin' mc's holler

My rope's so big, your girl's callin' me a baller

Bad is played, so I choose to use mean

Diabolical mind, the remorse is unseen

Quick to cut on any concert quack

Lip-synchin' rhymes off a raggedy tracks

He claims to hate me, swears I can't beat 'em

I drop a new jam, the punks come like I beep 'em

Tried to jack, stepped up and got popped

'Cause I'm takin' out scum like Robocop

Twistin' off rhymes in a lyrical knot

The temporary, interuptin' in your chain of thought

It's me so give it up, cause the gat is in your gut

Don't make a move or I'll roll you up, sucker

Mix-a-lot, mix-a-lot

Mix-a-lot, mix-a-lot

I'll roll you up

Yeah, how many players we got in the house?

How many playboys we got in the house?

(Sir, mix-a-lot)

All you players from coast to coast

You know I rock the most

My bank is thick but it's legal, so I boast

Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap

I'm still down to, if a sucker got beef

Roll him up, 'cause he's soft, kinda limp

I'm your worst nightmare, a sucker mc's pimp

Workin' 'em hard with my hip hop force

My words so cold they known to freeze up warts

The scope is focused, notice no hocus pocus

Your girl's a square but she'll tell ya I'm bogus

Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin'

And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin'

Read my song, lyrics are strong

The critics were wrong, I kind to suckers like pong

Aggression the lesson, pain is the ultimatum

Reachin' and grabbin', hittin' like jack Tatum

They are crushed, turnin' suckers to slush

Heavyweight beef for you punks that fuss

Whippin' like handball, punishin' the face

I'm all up in 'em like section eight

Logical rhymes, ahead of the time

Goin' for mine and fight time, still down to grind

Here's the white chalk, you're next to get cut

But cross the white line and I'll roll you up

I'll roll you up

Bring it on down

(Sir, mix-a-lot)

I got my voice down pact, rock it up like crack

Smacked all the whack with a loaded pack

Black cross courts is the chosen attire

Heavy with the lyrics, all balls are fire

'Cause I'm, dope, are great

In the pacific time zone, I'm considered the boss

A lyrical nightmare, it's me in your dreams

Feel the sweat, the smoke, get up and then scream

Loose is the noose but I'm tightenin' soon

My drum's steady hung with enormous boom

I stomp all comp, for it's you I romp

My drum's kickin' harder than paternity stomps

Hit it and with it, the posse's heavy and stiff

Skirts on the tip for the player riff

Not a regular rapper, 'cause I'm knowin' what's up

You attack from the back and I'll roll you up

Mix-a-lot

Mix-a-lot

I'll roll you up

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