Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Anthony L Ray
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Sir Mix-A-LotLet It Beaounce* Lyrics:
I love it when ya beaounce, beaounce, beaounce
Shakin' the top, shakin' the bottom
Can I pounce, pounce, pounce?
Chasin' the boots and then I done got 'em
Can I go, go, go? As soon as you thinkin' I'm done
I'm takin' it slow, slow, slow
The butt-man's back puttin' [unverified]
Stab, stab, stab, Mitsubishi's eat dust
Steppin' on the way to a club
They had a big butt contest so I know I got [unverified]
Smooth, stroll, step into the club
I got Mo', dough, some jealous brothers
Got beef though got fourteen mamas
On my hip, so don't do it bro
Five hundred dollars to the skirt wit the most beaounce
Mix-A-Lot is judgin' so they let it all out
Wet T-shirts, itty bitty skirts
All my homies straight puttin' in work
(Much work)
I call it sexy, some call it sexist
Can't tell a lie, Mr. Richard is restless
Pump, pump, pump, now they got me on [unverified]
The girly in the purple on the right is on hip
She got a body but she can't dance a ounce
To hell witcha dance moves girl, just let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
So baby in the purple got paid
Now she's sittin' in my car, so it's time to check the age
Baby girl's age is the same as her waist
Deuce-four, my taste
Thick soul sista wit the dookie braids
Fine young princess flamin' wit the self made boss
I paid the cost, so I'm the big hoss
When the skirts start to beaounce, I'm lost
Crazy 'bout thickness, I get 'em with the quickness
My game is straight laced, no slickness
Witness the system pimp, never been simp
Other wannabes just limp
A thick rump will make a 'Nasty Dog'
Wanna straight hump and if you make it beaounce
I'ma act drunk and chase it all around
Until I bump, bump, no fronts in the grunts
A little mistake, she got into my car
Now the shirt shakes, I'm hittin' potholes
Like earthquakes, nothin' 'bout the game
Is fake cake or Jake
You can beaounce ya sixty-four
But it can't hang with a hotty gettin' wild on the dance floor
And if ya can't make Soul Train, girl don't pout
Bring it to me baby and let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce, baby
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
I've been checkin' out you other rappers' videos
Never lookin' at the rapper, just the hotty in the skippy clothes
And I gotta admit this
Mix-a-Lot'll zomma-zoom-zoom these skirts wit the quickness
All y'all girls is fly, so I'ma give ya props
Look at them girls in the dazzey dukes pop
Shake that thang like a salt shaker
Indecent proposal from the bank maker
Doo-doo brown can make the girls in my group get down
They couldn't sit down, so let that booty beaounce around
And they'll throw it in yo face, checkin' yo manhood
Ya wanna touch it if you're only good
The smooth skin on top of that
The booty is boomin', shakin' like a leaf
To keep it movin', you disagree wit me
Then where have you been, livin' on the end?
Sis boom bah, I'm lovin' to watch the body
Of a soul sistah, they're shakin' they booties
And makin' 'em beaounce
To ooh la la, tryin' to get deep in they panties
Is the mack papa change up
I'm the one to come undone and get all sprung
When her butt swung, I'm gettin' high-strung
And all the strike a pose Vogue, miss girl, get out
Just let it beaounce, beaounce
Let it beaounce, beaounce
Let it beaounce, beaounce
Let it beaounce, beaounce
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
Let it beaounce
(Shake, shake, it mama, beaounce)
(Shake, shake, shake it mama)
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