Sir Mix-a-Lot — Rippn’

[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot] I got a real fine freak with a real big butt She gets real ill when she hears my cuts Got two Cadillacs, one blue one gold Got straps on the back with a fresh set of Vogues Wheel in the back with a grill in the front 24 carat gold on my trunk Got a rope like a python hanging 'round my neck Got my freak in my arm cold kickin' on set Never get ill cause I'm too damn swass Got a funky Trans-Am with a dual exhaust LA is live but Seattle is my home Hood ornament is gold cause I don't like chrome [Chorus] That's rippn'! Now that's rippn'! [Verse 2: Sir Mix-a-Lot] Chillin' never illin' in the place to be Down with M-i-x-a-l-o-t On the west coast driving big Cadillacs Snow white paint job with the wheel in the back Suckas talk smack cause they cannot hang But you got to have a brain in the computerized game You getting mad cause your girl wants to play my song You know you want to hear it, put the record back on [Chorus] That's rippn'! That's rippn'! [Verse 3: Sir Mix-a-Lot] I'm a real estate investor, hardcore dresser Money counting brother and I hate polyester Walking on the wild side, pullin gold snaps I know you gettin' jealous cause I got it like that Cruise Broadway on my cellular phone Spend a hundred thousand dollars on a brand new home Dog in the front yard, got fence in the back Freak by my side in the Fila hat [Chorus] That's rippn'! Rip this! [Verse 4: Sir Mix-a-Lot] Rolling in a Nissan kicking my beats With my girl by my side looking oh so sweet Got Fila on my feet and gold on my neck Cold carry cash and I never write checks Bankroll so big I can hardly hold it You once had a dream that your grandma stole it Punched her in the eye and took my bank back You ever wonder why I'm like that? [Chorus] Cause I'm rippn' Now that's rippn' [Verse 5: Sir Mix-a-Lot and Kid Sensation] Yeah...you like this beat but it's time to change Not gonna get ill, but I'm gonna get strange Push your partner throw 'em in the aisle Gonna kick it live with the square-dance style I'm a ripping motherfucker that's my last name When I get rhymes freaks go insane Rip it to the left and I rip it to the right Gonna bust hardcore on my freaks tonight Grab your partner get up in his face Homegirl, put that sucker in his place Seven days a week I'm on vacation Let's get live with the Kid Sensation [Beatbox] [Verse 6: Sir Mix-a-Lot] Gonna get ill just one more time Kid Sensation with a new fresh rhyme All the fly chickies hanging on our tip Keeping the girlies calm with my bullwhip All sucker DJs I will swipe Oh hell, you're messing with Mix-a-Lot The girls that'll dance and girls that won't Cause this jam rips and other ones don't [Chorus] That's rippn'! That's rippn'! [Verse 7: Sir Mix-a-Lot] Rolling down the avenue picking up points I like to count banks but I don't roll joints I'm a hardcore B-boy, sittin' on the throne Never hangin on the ave, just kicking at home Girlies in town like to feel my beat Big big kick drums get more freaks Some sucker MCs say they can't feel her But I'd bet you'd be happy if I let you steal her [Chorus] That's rippn'! That's rippn'! That's rippn'!