Karaoké Square Dance Rap Sir Mix-a-Lot

Hee hee hoo

Why Mix-A-Lot, cotton picker you freak skinnin' the cats

Hee

Why don't you bring the beat on in here cotton picker so I can get down

Yahoo put it up

That's the way I like it there

Mix-A-Lot

Hee hee

Hey Mix-A-Lot

Picks me up cotton picker

Picks me up Mix-A-Lot

Now everybody's rappin' 'bout

Everybody's rappin' 'bout

Ever ever e-e-ver ever

E-ever ever

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 head high in the air

Grab your partner's derriere

Fellas in the crowd

I know you must be trippin'

My boy's got them there home girls 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

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's DJs know they're no match

Just look to the stage as I start to scratch

Look good

Freaks on the left and freaks on the right

Grab your partner

Hold him tight

Put your hands in his Levis

Hold his rear while he grips your thighs

The more you dance the more I rap

The big fat beat makes your toes tap

Glen Campbell can't hang with this

All you freaks give your man a kiss

Look good

My beats are icky in the square dance rap

My beats are icky in the square dance rap

My beats are icky in the square dance rap

My beats are icky in the square dance rap

Beat box

Oh Mix-A-Lot

I'm feeling it now cotton picker

Yee hee

Yeehaw

Now everybody on the floor clap your hands

Stomp to the beat of the one man band

Mix-A-Lot reigns on the drum machine

The bass line playin' is oh so mean

Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his room with a four track recorder you can bust jams to

Throw your partner across your thigh

Tickle her fancy 'till she starts to cry

Whip her to the left

Whip her to the right but don't whip her too hard 'cos her jeans are tight

Look good

Get your hands off that girl boy

Seattle rocks

L.A. rocks

Miami rocks

D.C. rocks

Carolina rocks

Houston Texas rocks

Your momma rocks

London England rocks

To the Square Dance Rap

Hot damn

Hey Mix-A-Lot

What in the world is that noise cotton picker

Sound like the Grand Ole Opry

Yee hee

Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot

I say it sound like the Grand Ole Opry cotton picker

Now before we end this filthy cut we got a few things we have to say

To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat check out Sir Mix-A-Lot's way

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

Ah ha ha

Hey Mix-A-Lot

I caught you that time cotton picker

My beats are icky