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Sir Mix-A-Lot( Sir Mix A Lot )
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Attack On The Stars
Lyricist:Ray Anthony L
Prepare for attack on the stars Prepare for attack on the stars Five, four, three, two, one Begin attack Begin attack
Ah, hip, Swass, down to be the boss Hustlin', movin', punks gettin' tossed Stop, it's cocked, move back Don't make a move or I'll drop you in your tracks
Growin', blowin', not hype I'm hyper I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper Woo, too swift for the criminals Banks never gonna measure my decibels
Get it up, this beat's so crazy Punks like you don't phase me Big man, muscle in the window Kickin' live in a four door Benzo
Ripped, with muscles I'm furious MC's almost hip gettin' curious Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover But the gold on the wheels might moo ya I'm in effect with another funky groove Posse Up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack Attack Attack
Oh, here we go, I dropped my microphone Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you hear it Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics You jump, I attack like a animal No pity, no show at your funeral
Punk, your rap's illiterate Wanna box boy, don't consider it Ingenious, used to be a good boy Nine millimeter gat, my new toy
Let's go, shuffle for the right shot Stick and move if you want but you'll get caught Criminals on the set you ain't nothin' Big Boss in effect I ain't bluffin'
Launch Phase 2 Launch Phase 2 Launch Phase 2
What about this other group, dressed like GQ Yeah, I'm talkin' about you You call yourself rappers, crack another joke You old smoker, take another tote
You bought 'caine back in San Diego I saw it when you layed it on the table Big disappointment to your fans You wanna throw, let's go for the floor man
Woo, that's controversy Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yeah, I said it and I show no mercy Superstars watch your back Yo D, your game was wack
Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead Your girl calls my name in your bed Fire, this beat's so hard New song my attack on the stars
Time is running out Time is running out
No time, my rhyme's runnin' outta fuel Here's the part you decide if you wanna do Count it up, the duckets from the Swass tour Buckle up for the pain you will endure
Movin', runnin', slick plus cunnin' Girlies on my straw 'cause I rap so stunnin' Loaded with ammunition, Uzi ammunition Tongue lashin' suckers, black it like a statistican
Satisfied never, nothin' could be better Roll a gold Caddy, wearin' white troop leather Packin' dual handguns, rippin' up the nation Droppin' enemies so hard, they type, they wouldn't want none
Inhale, here we go again The story of my life, everyday's a perfect ten Always gettin' caught with tactical equipment Bringin in my Uzi on the UPS shipment
Cut 'em, droppin' 'em, no one says I copy 'em Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em Old school, new school, make no, never mind Your foundation's just been undermined
Slice, roast those big boys Banks don't matter you will be destroyed Up and down the rap world goes The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm comin', radio or not It's your record label, they kept me on the block My posse's new attitude No mercy on the stars, and that includes you
So what is it man? What's this dude been saying? Aw, it is, it's my attack on the stars Out there effecting you audience punks
You oughta be ashamed You know who it is, it's the big man And I'm rich with it Yeah, sucker
Aha, out there pumpin' that heat, boy (I've been just smokin' man) Please, you ain't with this (I've been just smokin') Smoker (Yeah) Smoker, I said it
Yeah, and what's up man (What's up) Yeah, and this punk know what's happenin'? (Yeah)
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