I'll Roll You Up-Sir Mix-A-Lot

[00:19.01]Tightly knit, my script is legit [00:20.96]I'm force feedin competition, more rebel **** [00:23.01]Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold [00:25.23]I did "Posse on Broadway" in cruise control [00:27.41]Runnin like a wart, rap's my sport [00:29.37]Of course loss, and then you pick the part [00:31.51]But don't cry and say you wasn't warned [00:33.71]Cause my voice keeps comin like a STORM [00:35.76]Bass should it be let go, heck no [00:37.95]Want to be hard, cause you failed to be techno [00:40.00]Rugged, ripped and rough hittin like "Thriller" (boom) [00:42.47]My bass drum is a killer [00:44.41]Packed like a musket, tough to test it [00:46.37]Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it [00:48.52]His eyes are big, his crew ran away in the crunch [00:50.68]Then I hit 'em with the "Batman" punch [00:52.78]Laugh, if you want but don't approach [00:54.82]Cause most that approach get ate up like toast [00:56.77]But some do come, you wanna scrap or what? [00:58.94]If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up [01:01.39](That's right Mix, roll that sucker) [01:03.39](Kick it over here) [01:05.24]I'll Roll You Up [01:07.17](Roll 'em up, Roll 'em up Mix) [01:09.29](Kick, kick, kick it over here) [01:11.51](Kick, kick, kick it over here) [01:13.56](kick it over here Mix) [01:17.83]I'm scannin the court, holdin the fort [01:19.74]Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort [01:21.96]More real estate, keep my posse runnin to the bank [01:24.12]It's hardcore, breakin up armored tanks [01:26.21]Not dressed to impress, but dressed for pain [01:28.23]No cute sweatsuits, just sweat and chains [01:30.46]Step off strapped, I let off caps [01:32.48]Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps [01:34.74]Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin [01:36.77]I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon [01:38.89]A malla ralla, makin MC's holler [01:41.01]My rope's so big, your girl's callin me a baller [01:43.24]Bad is played, so I choose to use mean [01:45.25]Diabolical mind, the remorse is unseen [01:47.35]Quick to cut on any concert quack [01:49.48]Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks [01:51.52]He claims to hate me, swears I can't beat 'em [01:53.80]I drop a new jam, the punks come like I beep 'em [01:55.87]Tried to jack, stepped up and got popped [01:57.92]Cause I'm takin out scum like "Robocop" [02:00.09]Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knot [02:02.04]The temporary, interuptin in your chain of thought [02:04.17]It's me so give it up, cause the gat is in your gut [02:06.32]Don't make a move or I'll Roll You Up, sucker [02:08.57]"Mix-A-Lot" [02:12.77]"Mix-A-Lot" [02:16.81]"Mix-A-Lot" [02:21.46]"Mix-A-Lot" [02:24.41]I'll Roll You Up [02:26.46]Yeah, how many players we got in the house? [02:29.07](*yelling in background*) [02:30.08]How many Playboys we got in the house? [02:33.26]All you players from coast to coast [02:35.28]You know I rock the most [02:36.37]My bank is thick but it's legal, so I boast [02:38.00]Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap [02:40.25]I'm still down to (*banging noise*), if a sucker got beef [02:42.31]Roll him up, cause he's soft, kinda limp [02:44.32]I'm your worst nightmare, a sucker MC's pimp [02:46.44]Workin 'em hard with my hip hop force [02:48.54]My words so cold they known to freeze up warts [02:50.60]The scope is focused, notice no hocus pocus [02:54.93]Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin [02:56.92]Read my song, lyrics are strong [02:59.00]The critics were wrong, I kind to suckers like pong [03:03.59]Agression the lesson, pain is the ultimatum [03:05.45]Reachin and grabbin, hittin like Jack Tatum [03:07.61]They are crushed, turnin suckers to slush [03:09.70]Heavyweight beef for you punks that fuss [03:11.75]Whippin like handball, punishin the face [03:13.76]I'm all up in 'em like Section Eight [03:15.88]Logical rhymes, ahead of the time [03:17.73]Goin for mine, and fight time, still down to grind [03:20.09]Here's the white chalk, your next to get cut [03:22.08]But cross the white line and I'll Roll You Up [03:27.63]I'll Roll You Up....... [03:32.20]Bring it on down [03:34.97](*beat changes*) [03:40.92]I got my voice down pact, rock it up like crack [03:43.21]Smacked all the whack, with a loaded pack [03:45.26]Black Cross Courts is the chosen attire [03:47.34]Heavy with the lyrics, all balls are fire [03:49.59]Cause I'm (*scratched* - "****, are great"*) [03:51.79]In the Pacific Time Zone, I'm considered the boss [03:53.74]A lyrical nightmare, it's me in your dreams [03:55.84]Feel the sweat, the smoke, get up and then scream [03:57.96]Loose is the noose, but I'm tightenin soon [03:59.96]My drum's steady hung, with enormous boom [04:02.07]I stomp all comp, for it's you I romp [04:04.14]My drum's kickin harder than paternity stomps [04:06.21]Hit it and with it, the posse's heavy and stiff [04:08.37]Skirts on the tip, for the player riff [04:10.41]Not a regular rapper, cause I'm knowin what's up [04:12.52]You attack from the back and I'll Roll You Up [04:15.67]"Mix-A-Lot" [04:19.16]"Mix-A-Lot"