Swass

Album: Swass (1988)
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    Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak
    So cute in a suit, my beats can see
    Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete
    You can fold my robe, if you be my freak
    I got a big Cadillac with the bass in the back
    Try to take my freak, boy you must be whack
    Bicep's flex, so kiss my neck
    Buying pounds of gold with royalty checks
    And I'm Swass

    [Chorus]
    Don't you wish your boyfriend was swass like me (swass)
    Don't you wish your boyfriend was swass like me (swass)
    Don't you wish your boyfriend was swass like me (swass)
    Don't you wish your boyfriend was swass like me

    Gold gettin' live in a fresh fruit vest
    I'm the king of the beat in the great northwest
    Packin' more dollars than chase Manhattan
    A, after eaten sure my bill for fatten
    Yep, my phone be ringin' like you wish yours would
    But my girl stays cool cause she looks so good
    Punk motherfucker called me weak
    Just turn up the bass and feel this beat
    Feel my bass drum

    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Stop it, get silly, swass

    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Stop it, get silly, swass

    Now the ground be shakin, when my bass drum's breakin'
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Suckers in the crowd think the boy be fakin'
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Now put this beat in your Nissan truck
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    But don't start cryin' when your woofers get stuck
    Stop it, get silly, swass
    Check it out

    Hit bigger!

    I done twenty-three points when I count my bank
    All imitators I will spank
    I'm a freak and I know it, so why not show it
    I design my rhymes like a worldwide poet
    New freaks every week in my contract
    So cold with the rap you'll get contact
    Innovative beats with a brand new twist
    Don't you wish your man could rock like this
    Break it down

    [Chorus]

    Eighty dollar slippers to wash my car
    It attracts more freaks than a beach lifeguard
    Ah, imitate me and you'll bring about pain
    Better wear dark shades when you look at my chain
    Swass, point, no introduction
    I come complete with freak instructions
    I work for myself don't have no boss
    Boy you gotta have brains if you want to be swass
    And I'm swass

    Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
    Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
    Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you
    Oh Mix-A-Lot you know I want to, like you, you know I like you

    [Chorus: x6] Writer/s: ANTHONY L. RAY
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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