Sir Mix-a-lot - Take My Stash Lyrics
Huh!There's a black man livin in a big (big) houseThree credit cards fulla fat (fat) cloutFatass garage holdin nine (nine) carsOne of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) starsMe, rollin in the AMG still?Six slater? with the monochrome grilleDon't serve birds but I'm livin like a kingBut the IRS got a thing for a brother like meUncle Sam wanna buy another missile (yep)Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)I made a few mil' and the auditors comeSounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep)Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot repStraight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-eptBut I'm back, the black dynamo's on trackI got jack for the big taxYep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm)Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED OUTHelicopters over my house (my house)Takin pictures of a brother in his draws wit his thing out (uhh)Livin the life of a suspected crookCause I never play the game by the bookIf you're livin too large, ya better watch that assCause the IRS,Is gonna take yo stashWhy you wanna take my stash?Why you wan' take my stash?Why you wanna take my stash?D-O-T came to my house, tell me wassupYou wanna huff and puff and take a brother's stuff?Then I saw the treasury badge -This is bigger than One-Time, so I got madSo what do ya got to say about me,The M-I-X-A-L-O, T?He starts scopin my house, havin his doubtsAbout a brother with street AND bank cloutHis partner was writin on a thick (thick) padCheckin out the goodies that Mix (Mix) hadTrippin off the things that I bought (bought) cashTryin to send a brother up-state (state) fastYep (yep
