Put 'em On The Glass Lyrics - Sir Mixalot

"C'mon now" - repeated 

[Verse 1] 

Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos 

Hittin the hard rock, this street is my work spot 

I'm lookin for females and cops (yeah) 

Few things can pass me, I'm rollin up a five point O like pimps on ho, G 

And I'm sittin in third, I'm never on swerve, to the right I merge 

Now I'm patrollin and I'm lookin for a skirt, this thing I'm holin 

I still got game ain't a damn thing change 

I spot two Zs in the left lane 

Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at thongs 

And she's poppin them buttons and yankin that blouse 

Girl let it all out! 

And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid 

36 D's a make a man skid 

I'm puttin in work on the freeway pass 

Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah) 

[Break] - w/ ad libs 

Put 'em on the glass .. 

Put 'em on the glass, girl 

Put 'em on the glass 

[Verse 2] 

Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky 

Got crushed rock on his pinkie 

He gets paid to stay laid 

My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played 

Girls when I'm on the freeway 

Catch up and then givin me leeway 

And then drop them things on the dash 

This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast 

At speed I got a need to see you breathe 

And proceed with the kinky tease 

Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin you bolder 

Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier 

But lusting is on balls 

Everybody's beggin to get into your draws 

What's makin you hit brown? 

+Baby Got Back+ or (lick you up and down) 

You can follow me home cause this bone is on full blown 

Straight growin all night long 

I like my females nasty 

Never try to drive straight past me 

Just get in the left lane and show me you're insane 

And fill up the window with fangs 

Puttin niggaz on skids, about to straight crash 

Cause she put 'em on the glass 

[Break] - w/ ad libs - (*scratched*) 

[Verse 3] 

How many times will you play this 

before your ban this, I heard Mix so I can't stand this 

But I gotta 'fend this, lovin this scandalous rap 

Guess who I got layin on the canvas 

D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D 

Hard from the three way party 

Baby them things is workin 

Fillin up the passenger window with Jergens 

You hit the gas I hit mine too 

Baby can I get with you? 

Press the flesh to the glass gets stressed 

I'm obsessed with the ways you express yourself 

Some say I only rap about wealth 

But baby can I talk about your health? 

Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin' lungs 

Get a brother oh so strung 

I'm lovin this window dressin' 

The whole right lane is stressin' 

Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly 

B double O B S, straight sittin in the window 

I'd rather kiss them than indo 

And if you see me on the freeway, baby don't pass 

Slow down and put 'em on the glass 

[Break] - w/ ad libs 

Put 'em on the glass 

Put 'em on the glass, girl 

Put 'em on the glass 

Now shake them titties .. 

Shake 'em .. 

Put 'em on the glass .. 

Put 'em on the glass