Sir Mix-a-lot - Swass Lyrics
[Intro - talking]Like it was before, as usualSomethin different, the boy never sounds the same[Verse 1]Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with thisI'm the man, all the homeboys wanna disCrushin, killin, never beat stealinBut I'm hell when it comes to rhyme dealinDeath to competitors, long live Mix-A-LotYou understand mother*****er I'ma hard rockBeat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick upBut my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his cupDrop the games, cause they really ain't necessaryYou can be a water rated, boy you ain't legendarySue it far in the Caddy, I'ma chillinTo your girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villianI've done, get me mad I might tryCan't find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy itSerious and callous could be deadly to competitorsWhat am I sayin? (your gonna get yours)[Chorus - *scratched*]F the BS ..F the BS ..F the BS ..[Verse 2]Memories of bein broke, keep me on the war pathHittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it's like a punk blastSwayed, raid in effect, my posse's with itPut a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get itNeck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rackI ain't playin with you boy, you know I mean thatPhysical rhymes all meant to intimidateAll niggaz take note, don't imitateRippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-PTryna get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-TDown for the title match and you know what I'm talkin aboutMuscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's lights outBring it to my level, boy you better start climbinWhen she's grindin, I'm hardcore rhyminLyric to your gut and all your lines just buckleWhen you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knucklesWalk into the party like a mob, wearin jet black"Swass" skin in effect, sportin coon hatWalk by sucker punk, look like eat crackersHe mumbled somethin, so my posse walked backwardsCatch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat chromeLet 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when were back homeA big maulin, you know my beat is defYou know who you are, F the BS[Break]Yeah boy, they rappin five slangCuttin, you know who it isComin back at ya, ain't gonna put your name on waxI really don't wanna make you famous sucker[Chorus]F the BSF the BSF the BS[Verse 3]Reconnect my dialect with modified jargonHeavy snaps, never lookin for a bargainTumble when the pressure's on, walkin like a movie clipsSlow mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hipBig shoes, laces loose, a rap warriorReal beat boy, leavin crowds in euphoriaTransform, super fast, nice slice, what a blastMovin like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass(*beat changes*) Here's the beat and c'mon girlies get with itYou like my tuning cabilities, admit itIt's the man with the westbound attitudeBig gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of youRaise an eyebrow, try to figure out howMix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW)Understand it's the undercover game planMix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN)Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoyMix-A-Lot on the stage I'ma (ROUGH BOY)Yes so rough boy, creepin up the backsideMix-A-Lot sign 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT)(*solo of the new beat*)(*two beats scratched*)(*scratched*)Raised, raised in LA[Verse 3]Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereoI'm like a cannibal, got you like "Rambo"Don't like riff-raff kick you in the left calfI ain't a joke and no coke, buddy don't laughI'm serious, my intention is to overthrowThe rap government from Crenshaw to TupeloIt's like a bug always tickin in my mindIt's tellin me "buddy, it's time"[Chorus - *scratched*]F the BS ..F the BS ..F the BS ..[Outro - talking] (*scratching continues*)Look here sucker, this is my programI'm about to throw down and take over the rap landYou know what I'm sayin?Somethin different, somethin newAin't none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereoYou know I'm sayin, you know who I amCheck me outF the BS, suckerYeah, F the BS
