[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
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Tell y'all what I'm rollin
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There's something about my Benzo with tinted windows
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It's kinda slick, how I'm made for bimbos
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Cruisin down the street with this gip on my hood
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I'm gettin points like a Benzo should
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I said "yo skees you lookin for the flesh
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You wanna ride, better dust off your dress"
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I ain't dissin you .. skees
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But my Benzo's the ultimate tease
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Walk into the Spectrum, some suckers wanna kick my rectum
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Got up in my face, tellin me I was deaf
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I slapped the boy cause he had bad breaf
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Looked down had his rope I saw VNLW
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What you tryin do, you dumb brother you
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Call yourself a baller in a Volkswagen
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You better hush homes and squash that braggin
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[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Ron)]
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(Yo what's up Mix, I got a Benzo too)
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(Could I say something?)
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There's something about my Benzo
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(Haha, yeah)
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(Let's roll on top of these girlies)
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(You know what's up)
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(Mind if I be broke but ..)
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[Sir Mix-A-Lot (Ron)]
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Shut up Ron, it's the way I gotta do this
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You on my tip boy, like Popeye on Brutus
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Don't worry home cut I'm still chill
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Just kinda twisted off a Benzo peel (ok)
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Four door, I likes mine bigger (really)
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I stay strapped for them Buffalo niggaz (me too)
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[voice with accent] "Get these seats man there good though"
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I ain't no pimp but I'm "Bad to the Bone"
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Cellular phone in the middle
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So many buttons on my dash, it's a riddle
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Rollin up to Ave., I'm chillin
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Grill's dirty from the birds I'm killin (Got 'em)
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Girls please step back don't touch this
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The kinda car jack artist don't mess with
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Yes, my rollouts in effect
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It's time to go, too many skirts want sex
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[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Ron)]
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(That's what I'm sayin)
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[laughing noises]
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There's something about my Benzo
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(Oh yeah, that's right, sing it Mix, sing it)
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[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
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Bought it in Miami, rode it to Cali
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Hit 150, through the Fernando Valley
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AMG down with the big gold grill
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Tack jumps when it's time to get ill
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15-inch woofers, boom in the trunk
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"Posse on Broadway" for maximum bump
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Cruise like Deletho, playin my rhyme
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Rewind the tape kid, that's the wrong line
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Back to the car, automatic on the floor
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Points with the skirts bought a Benzo, scores
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Whole gold shot, that includes gold mirrors
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The wipers on my lights make the word a bit clearer
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Whip, dip, munchin barbeque chips
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Honkin at pimps at these flip for the tip
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Roll up on baby I said "aight, a-a aight"
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Some old player riffin of big old players day
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Baby dropped her vanity workin that makeup
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Wavin at her friends, thinkin she's a taker
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But I let it slide
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You use me for the ride, I use you for the high
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You know whats up, that's the way the game rolls
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Use me I use you, and so the story goes
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Ho pimpin on pimpin, the chant the homies scream
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Bring them skirts to the Benzo king
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[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
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A ha haha, yeah
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Just something about my Benzo
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[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
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Not just one, I got three
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I collect 'em you see
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SEL, a 190, and a SEC
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I ain't no dope man Mr. Lolly jump on TV tryin to diss
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Brothers like you hate to see black success when it's legit
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But it's real, check the latest Vibe
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Sixteen nahs, and the reader make it five
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CD, cassette, big amps make it rock
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Turn that AC off girl it's a drop top
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SEC, hog of hogs
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Hit the funky street lights when I'm rollin in the fog
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Cruisin at a 100 when I spotted this car
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It was a trap .. they call it radar
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State Trooper in a 5.0
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Will he catch my SEC, now you know
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Gunnin 130 on the outskirts of Seattle
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Ha, that's the end of that battle
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[Outro: Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
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Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all you brothers rollin in Benzos
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Eazy-E, Ice-T, Tone Loc
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Word, there's something about my Benzo, peace
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Something About My Benzo
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
