Square Dance Rap Lyrics - Sir Mixalot

[Intro - talking] 

Ha hee!, hee! 

Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin the cats 

Why don't you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down 

(*yelling*) 

Put it up 

That's the way I like it there Mix-A-Lot 

Hey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton picker 

Picks me up Mix-A-Lot 

[Break] 

Now everybody's rappin 'bout 

Everybody's rappin 'bout 

Ever - (*repeated*) 

[Verse 1] 

Now everybody's rappin 'bout "where's their line?" 

I'm gonna bust me a brand new rhyme 

Girlfriend's down and you stomped her freak 

Shake your hips and act conceit 

Throw your head high in the air 

Grab your partner's derriere 

Fellas in the cut, I know you must be trippin 

My boy's got them there home girl's quippin 

Now grab your partner, take a bow 

If you can't dance, I'll tell you how 

Wave your hands and take two steps 

Grab your hips and slide to the left 

Get all in your partner's face 

Swerve to the side and show your lace 

If your a freak then let it show 

And grab your partner doshy-do (do, do ...) 

[Verse 2] 

Now if you think your partner's fine 

Grab her where the sun don't shine 

If you can't dance, then tap your toes 

If your stuck up, turn up your nose 

Wave your hands from side to side 

Lean to the left and take a slide 

Other's DJs know their no match 

Just look to the stage and the song's that scratched 

(*scratching*) 

[Male voice - talking] 

Rock me babe - 4X 

[Verse 3] 

Freaks on the left and freaks on the right 

Grab your partner, hold him tight 

Put your hands in his Levi's 

Hold his rear while he grips your thighs 

The more you dance, the more I rap 

The big fat beat makes your toes tap 

Glen Campbell can't hang with this 

All you freaks give your man a kiss (look good) 

[Break] - 4X 

My beats are icky 

That why I'm Swass 

[Break - talking] 

Beat box 

Oh Mix-A-Lot I'm feelin it now, cotton picker 

YEEEE-HA! 

[Verse 4] 

Now everybody on the floor clap your hands 

Stomp to the beat of the one man band 

Mix-A-Lot brings on the drum machine 

The bass line riff is "oh, so mean" 

Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his room 

With a full tape recorder you can bust jams too 

Throw your partner across your thigh 

Tickle her fast, until she starts to cry 

Whip her to the left, whip her to the right 

But don't whip her to hard cause her jeans are tight (look good) 

[Chorus] 

Get your hands off that girl, boy 

Seattle rocks 

(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) 

L.A. rocks 

(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) 

Miami rocks 

(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) 

D.C. rocks 

(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) 

Carolina rocks 

(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) 

Houston, Texas rocks 

(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) 

Your momma rocks 

(to the, to, to, to the Square Dance Rap) 

London, England rocks 

(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Dance Rap) 

To the Square Dance Rap, hot damn 

[Outro - talking] 

Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that noise cotton picker? 

Sound like Grand Ole Opry 

Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say sound like Grand Ole Opry cotton picker 

Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say 

To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray 

His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks 

If you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix 

A haha, hey Mix-A-Lot I caught you that time, cotton picker 

[Break] 

My beats are icky ... (*drums play until fade*)