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Sir Mix-A-Lot( Sir Mix A Lot )
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Nasty Dog
作詞:Anthony L Ray
Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run
Kitty cat, kitty cat run, run, run I'm the dog in the Benz with the big chrome gun Lookin' for a coochie proper Hot mama, big dog, big game, no drama
Never make babies, can't get rabies Makin' head hit and it's crazy And when I catch a little kitty lookin' oh so tough (Hmm) Bring hot water, 'cause I might get stuck
Ew, while I'ma stop in Cosmo 'Cause my lyrical content is gando Stickin' to the mind of the critics I'm still with it, dogs gotta get it (Hey, come here buddy)
Bow wow was the sound of the hound with the C town crown I sniff around 'til I pin cats down They like to run up trees But I can bring 'em back down with a jingle of my car keys
Most men is dogs and most dogs is nasty I can't let a cat run past me Watch your skirt when you're walkin' through the mall 'Cause I ain't nothin', but a nasty dog
(Yeah) (What kind of dog is this?) Dog (I ain't nothin') But a nasty dog (What kinda dog is this?)
What you want? Can Mix come out to play? Nasty bitch
So I'm back puttin' black kitty cats on their backs Big macks never lag on wax, I'ma low down dog I just stepped up and other dogs wanna flex up I ain't tryna be the best rapper, just a big macker
So sit on down and watch the bank stacker It still ain't easy G but this dog's a Bentley So I'ma chase that cat, 'til I can't chase no mo' There she goes in a drop top Rocko
What's up with your car sweetie? Come on down and jump in the Black-ini Another brother tryna diss and Mix ain't down Oh no, hot sauce in my Dog Chow
Another brother can't see me but he wants to be me I'm layin' these thangs on 'em freely Now you got fo' fo' chromes, straight layin' on your dome もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And get your mangy ass on
Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty I'm couldn't stop lookin' at her ta-ta-ta face Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog Little did she know I'ma nasty dog
(Yeah) (What kind of dog is this?) Dog (I ain't nothin') But a nasty dog (What kinda dog is this?) (Old, stinky, rotten, ripe and old dog)
I'm slingin' that game like it ain't Jack She's fat, black cat but she won't look back Rollin' this Viper, tryna entice her Don't need a front but I likes to
Get me an attitude, fightin' over who pulls up Two dogs in a sports car, playin' old cuts Turned down the James Brown I said, 'What's up girl', but she still won't turn around
Attitude, attitude (What up, what's up) When the girls are playin' the role and what do we do? (Call 'em stuck up) Now we're both tryna front like we don't care Whip a u-turn to get a quick stare
But the face was hurtin' (Damn) The girl's grill was tore up, mustache wasn't workin' Grandma old face with a norm ass body Mack Daddy didn't want this hotty
Flashback to the cryin' game I hate to see any parts of that poon-tang Usually I'm quick to mack but that's road kill, back it up black Quiz it, to giz it with the quick hiz
It's for zeeze it, tazease it It's hard for me to leave it Not sexist, just sexy with my dialog 'Cause I'ma nasty dog
(Yeah) (What kind of dog is this?) Dog (I ain't nothin') But a nasty dog (What kinda dog is this?)
'Cause I'ma nasty dog Yeah, dog Nasty dog, nasty dog Nasty dog, nasty dog
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