Sir Mix-a-Lot — Square Dance Rap Original

[Intro] Yee-haw I think that's a country-type beat there, Mix-A-Lot, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk I'ma bust me a square dance rap, Mix Why don't you kick in the bass drum, cottonpicker? Let's get crackin', hyuk, hyuk There it is, Mix-A-Lot, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk I'm gon' bust me a rap now, back up, cottonpicker (You work here or somethin'?) [Verse 1] Now everybody's rappin' 'bout welfare lines I'm gonna bust me a brand new rhyme Girls bend down and you start to freak Shake your hips and act conceit' Throw your hands high in the air Grab your partner's derriere Fellas in the crowd, I know you must be trippin' My voice got them-there homegirls flippin' Now grab your partner, take a bow If you can't dance, I'll tell you how Wave your hands and take two steps Grab your hips and slide to the left Get all in your partner's face Swerve to the side and show your lace If you're a freak then let it show And grab your partner, dosey-doe [Interlude] Hot doggin' Mix-A-Lot, I think I'm gettin' a tad bit tired, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk You're gonna have to break it down a little bit there, Mix-A-Lot There ya go Okay, I'm gettin' my wind back Now I can get back on this rap, Mix, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk Gimme a little bit of snare right here Good God [Verse 2] If you think your partner's fine Grab her where the sun don't shine If you can't dance, then tap your toes If you're stuck up, turn up your nose Wave your hands from side to side Lean to the left and take a slide Other DJs, no, they're no match Just look to the stage as I start to scratch, hyuk, hyuk [Interlude] A-good Lord and a quarter, Mix-A-Lot, go ahead, get on, cut it up (Rock— Rock— Rock— Rock— ) I'm gon' bust me a fast rap right on about now (Rock me babe) [Verse 3] Synthesized, digitized, totally computerized Never fakin', no mistakin', keep the people's booties shakin' Super-great, I'm no fake, hold the beat just like a rake Spinnin' records, cuttin' jams, all you freaks know who I am I'm Mix-A-Lot, on the spot, king of scratchin' and hip-hop Quick scratchin', fast rappin', hand clappin', constant [?][1:58] Syncopated, duplicated, I'm extremely complicated Stimulated conversation guaranteed to rock the nation Now freaks on the left and freaks on the right Grab your partner, hold him tight Put your hands in his Levi's Hold his rear while he grips your thighs The more you dance, the more I rap The big fat beat makes your toes tap Glen Campbell can't hang with this All you freaks give your man a kiss, hyuk, hyuk Rah [Verse 4] Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray on the wheels of steel Baby, this square dance is for real Freaks get loose and go bezerk Homeboys, look down homegirl's shirt Grab her wrist, give her a twist Spin her 'round 'til she acts amiss DJs talkin' all that smack Mix-A-Lot is the king of the scratch, hyuk, hyuk [Interlude] Hey, Mix-A-Lot, good Lord and a quarter, cottonpicker Hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk I think I wanna bust me another one of them fast ones You know what I mean? That was action, dude, hyuk-hyuk Now back off, cottonpicker Lemme get loose here, hyuk-hyuk [Verse 5] I'm quick, slick, full of tricks Never touched a drum stick Wired fuses, broken circuits People come to watch me work it Under pressure, never choke Never take a backstroke Mixin' cuts, spankin' butts Always spendin' mucho bucks Preppie shoes, Goobie slacks That ain't where the money's at I'm over here in the clear Much too tough for you, my dear Lotta class, spendin' cash Any day I'll beat your— Ain't no other scratchin' brother Mix-A-Lot'll cut your mother [Chorus] My beats are icky in the square dance rap My beats are icky in the square dance rap (Yee-haw) My beats are icky in the square dance rap My beats are icky in the square dance rap [Verse 6] Now everybody on the floor, clap your hands Stomp to the beat of the one man band Mix-A-Lot Ray's on the drum machine The bassline playin' is oh, so mean Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his room With a four track recorder you can bust jams, too Throw your partner 'cross your thigh Tickle her fancy 'til she starts to cry Whip her to the left, whip her to the right Don't whip her too hard 'cause her jeans are tight, hyuk, hyuk I don't believe y'all heard me, hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk Whip her to the left, whip her to the right Don't whip her too hard 'cause her jeans are tight, hyuk, hyuk I think they heard me, Mix, bring the beat on back, cottonpicker, hyuk, hyuk [Interlude] Oh, good Lord and a quarter, Mix-A-Lot When we get through bustin' this jam We gon' go hop in the eighteen-wheeler, pick us up some chicks You know what I mean? We gon' hop in the eighteen-wheeler, Mix-A-Lot, hyuk, hyuk I hope we get airplay on this here stuff, you know what I mean? [Verse 7] Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say To the homegirls sprung on the hum-drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks If you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix Now grab— [Outro] Hey, Mix-A-Lot, what happened to the beat, cottonpicker? Guess it's time to go, bye!