[Intro - talking]
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Ha hee!, hee!
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Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin the cats
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Why don't you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down
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(*yelling*)
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Put it up
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That's the way I like it there Mix-A-Lot
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Hey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton picker
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Picks me up Mix-A-Lot
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[Break]
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Now everybody's rappin 'bout
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Everybody's rappin 'bout
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Ever - (*repeated*)
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[Verse 1]
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Now everybody's rappin 'bout "where's their line?"
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I'm gonna bust me a brand new rhyme
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Girlfriend's down and you stomped her freak
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Shake your hips and act conceit
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Throw your head high in the air
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Grab your partner's derriere
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Fellas in the cut, I know you must be trippin
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My boy's got them there home girl's quippin
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Now grab your partner, take a bow
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If you can't dance, I'll tell you how
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Wave your hands and take two steps
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Grab your hips and slide to the left
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Get all in your partner's face
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Swerve to the side and show your lace
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If your a freak then let it show
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And grab your partner doshy-do (do, do ...)
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[Verse 2]
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Now if you think your partner's fine
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Grab her where the sun don't shine
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If you can't dance, then tap your toes
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If your stuck up, turn up your nose
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Wave your hands from side to side
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Lean to the left and take a slide
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Other's DJs know their no match
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Just look to the stage and the song's that scratched
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(*scratching*)
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[Male voice - talking]
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Rock me babe - 4X
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[Verse 3]
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Freaks on the left and freaks on the right
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Grab your partner, hold him tight
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Put your hands in his Levi's
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Hold his rear while he grips your thighs
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The more you dance, the more I rap
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The big fat beat makes your toes tap
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Glen Campbell can't hang with this
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All you freaks give your man a kiss (look good)
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[Break] - 4X
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My beats are icky
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That why I'm Swass
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[Break - talking]
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Beat box
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Oh Mix-A-Lot I'm feelin it now, cotton picker
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YEEEE-HA!
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[Verse 4]
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Now everybody on the floor clap your hands
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Stomp to the beat of the one man band
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Mix-A-Lot brings on the drum machine
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The bass line riff is "oh, so mean"
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Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his room
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With a full tape recorder you can bust jams too
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Throw your partner across your thigh
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Tickle her fast, until she starts to cry
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Whip her to the left, whip her to the right
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But don't whip her to hard cause her jeans are tight (look good)
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[Chorus]
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Get your hands off that girl, boy
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Seattle rocks
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
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L.A. rocks
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
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Miami rocks
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
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D.C. rocks
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
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Carolina rocks
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
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Houston, Texas rocks
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
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Your momma rocks
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(to the, to, to, to the Square Dance Rap)
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London, England rocks
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(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap)
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To the Square Dance Rap, hot damn
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[Outro - talking]
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Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that noise cotton picker?
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Sound like Grand Ole Opry
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Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say sound like Grand Ole Opry cotton picker
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Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say
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To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray
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His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks
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If you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix
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A haha, hey Mix-A-Lot I caught you that time, cotton picker
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[Break]
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My beats are icky ... (*drums play until fade*)
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Square Dance Rap
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Sir Mix-A-Lot |