Sir Mix-a-lot - You Can Have Her Lyrics
[ intro: chris rock ]...all this ill shitThis *****in sir mix-a-lot shitWhat the ***** is this shit?See the shits video?put it on the glass!put yo titties on the glassThis is like a pick-up line:how you doin?I was wonderin, could you put yo big *****in titties on the glass?no, I dont wanna go to a movie, could you put em on the glass? !put your titties on the glass? !What happened to how ya doin? whatcha doin later? lets catch a movie?No, put em on the glassput em on the *****in glassWhat the ***** is this shit?The girls got on bikinis - he got a fur coat onWhat the ***** is the weather like in seattle?[ sir mix-a-lot ]All my exs, eat this one(you can have her)[ verse 1 ]I used to have this girl, lets say her name was monaMona, fine young sugar comin out of arizona5 ft. 6 straight thick with a switchAnd a set of them juicy-ass lips (mmh...)Kinky, just like meShe can take a straight geeAnd put him down for the count 1, 2, 3Needless to say I was kickin itCause I know when Im the only one gettin itBut - ooh, things change when you dont maintainThe same game you got her with, maynFlew back home, and I was slippinCause as soon as I left, another brother starts spittinThrowin drag about wantin a familyTryin to front because he wanna be manlyTellin my girl how Im playin the fieldBoy, youse a jake for realNow a player I like, but you know I cant stand no snitchTryin to front like he richDone shot your credit, cause you bought you a new e320, and you wanna be a hoe like meNow you done salted my gameTold my girl Im a player, and you bought her a ringYou paid a lotta money just to grab herIma tell you like this, trick: you can have her(you can have her)[ verse 2 ]I gotta do what I gotta doBaby girls through, so I need somethin newYou cant keep a good mack downI get around cause I got a tight thing up in sea-town59 with dimplesCaramel skin, straight fine, hella tight, no pimplesThinkin my game was concreteBut I gotta watch for them other entertainers and athletesEspecially the ones who wanna settle downCause theyll beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brownJust the kinda man you wanted, aint it, honey?A big buff dumb-ass fool with hella moneyDown to spend till his knees bendThen the athletes broke and his girls in the windAnd my girl gets mad, cause I never spend time like Im sposed toPlus Im a boasterShaggin up too damn quick, now shes lookin for a sugar daddyJust to get a 96 caddyA big truck she foundYou young scrub on the bench for the cleveland brownsHe never had nothin, thicker than a cheerleaderNow he got juice, so he eats herAnd treats her to a big wad of cashToo weak, so she left his assYou can have her(you can have her)Just rollin by the playboy mansion...[ verse 3 ]I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me aYoung bunny, young bunny in la-la landWanna get freaky with the papa manI smack her to the front, I smack her to the backI smack it with the whiffle ball bat, remember that?One happy black man I beWhen my l.a. bunny wanna trip with meHer name is teresaShe was freakier than me, but I figured I could please herShe had the long braidsChocolate sister, loved to cuff men like slavesArrived at the house at lastSeen two shades of lipstick on the same wine glassProvocative artwork around meFour pink slippers on the floor surround meOne pairs for her, the other pairs for who?Plus she only lives in a one bedroomWell hm - it might be onMnage--trois, open la bouche, taste la bombTeresas roommate walks in6 ft 2 with a wig and a stupid-ass grin(oh my goodness!)(you can have her)You done brought a big-ass man up in the room?Girl, whats wrong with you?Honey, that is gayYo partner, you can have herCause I dont want none of yall3s company, if you know what Im sayinYeahPut it on the dancefloBring it back
