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