Sir Mix-a-Lot — Square Dance Rap Power Mix

[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 [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 [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 2] Now 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, [?] 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' [?] Syncopated, duplicated, I'm extremely complicated Stimulated conversation guaranteed to rock the nation [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 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? [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 [?] 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 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!