Lyrics Sir Mix-A-Lot

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Resonate

How you like your game, baby?

You wanna sell hot?

I make this game resonate baby, yeah resonate

C'mon c'mon

I put the ball in balla I made it resonate

I put the pop in these girls and made 'em shake

I put the b in the game and kept it true

No cock blockin' this game for you

New star, big cars, some of this game with a big cigar

Cashmeire, cat fat, six foot broads standin' on stacks

I understand, no plan, you stole my banner, southern 'bama

Sellin lies when you was dumb and broke

You never had a topknot, joke!

It was the shit you spoke

No rhythm in your spittin'

I don't need no bling things to make my game swing

Your game is runnin' tight but your motor pings

I make it resonate

You drive a nice truck, Escallade

Gotta show 'em all you're paid

But the truth is you're lackin' what you're mackin' if you're paper fed

Your payins last to fuck 'em

If you're broke then can you trust 'em

Give her diamonds and a beeper but you can't keep her

She gets the benefits

Go on, girl, treat that man like a bitch!

Takin' from the rich, Robin Hood

Get it back to your crib

Another rap star slaving to this game he claim he's saving

Cut his legs when he's shaving cause he bitch made

I make it resonate

I make it resonate

Rap's first super-balla

Yeah, before y'all could spell balla, I was ballin', fool

Blew 15 large in the 80's, nickrally

You work a max scheme, clean

Bought her that Lexus, bought it in Texas

Just like Dada bought you a mansion in Nevada

Situation bleak, your girl got a new physique

You got a baby comin', wife naggin, bought a Taurus station wagon

Aha! Put em on the glass and made your ass a balla!

Now you got a naggin' wifey and a toddler, ahah!

Don't wanna be a playa no more?

Mack with your mouth and match your dollas

I swing a mean verb, big word, some if this game you've heard

I gotta hear it, your appearance shakin' Daddy's lyrics

I ain't an OG, I'm an OP, original player

Papi gran-D, I signed your wife's booty, remember me?!