Текст (слова) песни: Sir Mix - A-Lot - My Bad Side

 
(*sounds of gun shots being fired*) 
(*person yelling*) 
 
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking to another person] 
Hey yo, ain`t you the one that was talkin crazy to me other day on Rain Ear 
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?) 
(*gun blast*) 
 
[Sir Mix-A-Lot] 
Rushin up the middle like a fullback 
It`s my drug, head to head contact 
Mack 11, my best friend in full effect 
That`s the beat that you been lookin for, no pussy check 
Come quietly the punishment awaits you 
I`m playin games and I know you can`t relate too 
Surprise my rhyme hit you from the blind side 
You better chill cause your messin with my bad side 
 
[Break - w/ *scratching* and variations] 
(*Suckers getting tossed*) 
"My, my, my, my, my bad side" 
(*Suckers gettin tossed*) 
(*Suckers gettin tossed*) 
"*My, my, my, my, my bad side*" 
(*Suckers gettin tossed*) 
"*My, my, my, my, my bad side*" 
"*My bad side*" 
 
[Sir Mix-A-Lot] 
Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain`t bullshittin 
Tell ya girl about how hard this shit`s gettin 
Shoot `em down like the All World Crime Boss 
Break soft and like a salad you`ll get tossed 
Voice like rock effects I don`t need `em 
You drop for your boss, I`m like a pimp when I greet `em 
Role like son, your just another recruit 
Salute roody poos to your king I`m in the black boots 
The beat`s runnin like a Benz in the fast lane 
Over do it, put your speakers in a freeze frame 
Watch the bunny while I inject the venom 
Screams of pain cause my rhymes up in `em 
Rushin like a buffalo, and wild like a Navajo 
Reckless like the PLO, bring it back and here we go 
The bass drum dancin through to get dumb 
Girls on my tip doin flips because I`m well hung 
Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game`s slick 
You find something then you hide it with a drum chick 
Takin apart every rap that`s on the charts 
Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain`t hard 
Please, get up and take brown tip punk 
Cause you might get dumped 
Your producers are bitin, your gettin paid but your lame 
And no two songs of mine sound the same 
Fame is not needed to acquire great wealth 
Pick pocket posse pick up the pace you need help 
Sucker, you better step to the stand by 
Because your messin with my Bad Side 
 
[Break - *scratching*] 
*My, my, my, my, my bad side* 
*My, my, my, my, my bad side* 
 
[Sir Mix-A-Lot] 
I`m like thunder, a barbaric like warrior 
And I got the beat for ya 
Bumpin in your trunk like a hump of funk punk 
You wanna jump but your jump got skunked 
Pick `em up ref, eight count his lights are out 
Lookin for the jab but he caught my roundhouse 
Stereo effect our words connect 
Pick up the mic and check our muscles flex 
Loosen up your belt so my rhyme is dealt 
You might gain wealth but can you do it yourself, nope 
You stole a beat from a old great record 
Call my record weak, here it is now you break it 
You say I`m broke but I`m ridin in a Benzo 
What you rollin boy a Hugo? 
Tryin to roll with the girls your callin Mix-A-Lot a sucker 
Who you callin sucker, lip-synching motherfucker 
Move the set boy how`s this fiasco 
I`m in your gutter and I`m singin like Tabasco, sucker 
You better step to the stand by 
Because your messin with my Bad Side 
 
[Break - *scratching* - mixed in with talking in background*] 
"*My, my, my, my, my bad side*" 
"My Bad Side" 
"*My, my, my Bad Side*" 
"*My, my, my, my, my bad side*" 
 
[Sir Mix-A-Lot] 
Gun in my nose, slap my girl in her face 
Took both my beepers and my ill skin case 
Snatched all my gold, sucker punk and he`s gone 
He made a break for the car and now the chase is on 
Rollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yes 
Caddy was back but my Benz was in his face 
Left toward South Shore, wrong way homey 
This street`s for Mix-A-Lot`s posse only 
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill 
Ain`t no place to run so you might as well chill 
Jumped from the car like he wanted to run 
And Maharashi on the roof (yo drop the gun) 
Punk dropped that, so I dropped mine 
You see I`d rather box, than have to use my nine 
Punk buckled up from a one, two punch 
My girl stomped the sucker with a high heel pump 
Cops on my jock, I broke round the block 
Chase cars eat dust and G don`t stop 
Smoker, you needed drugs for your next high 
You pull a gat on my Bad Side 
 
[Skit at the end of the song - Two guys talking outside Sir Mix-A-Lot`s house] 
Guy #1: Alright man, let`s kick the door down and Break in their man, 
we can get all his stuff, man, he got gold, man (word) 
the jewelry man and a old Corvette in the garage, I`m a get me in that man 
 
*"My Bad Side"* 
 
Guy #2: I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot man 
Guy: I know well listen, take him out man 
Guy #2: He dissed my sister 
Guy: Don`t let him get away man, take his girl out man 
Guy: I know my homeboy slapped his girl 
Guy #2: I know, yeah, let`s get it, let`s get in, let`s get in 
Guy: Kick the door down, ready 
Sir Mix-A-Lot: WELCOME TO MY HOUSE PUNKS, YEAH! 
 
(*gun blasts*) (*yelling*) 
 
Sir Mix-A-Lot: That`s right punk, try to run punk 
 
(*gun blasts*) (*yelling*) 
 
Sir Mix-A-Lot: Oh you the last one, huh 
Guy: Oh, come on Mix, let me go, don`t point that gun 
 
(*Two gun shots fired*) 
 
[Sir Mix-A-Lot] 
You boys got to learn not to step up in my house with that weak gat
 

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A-Lot - My Bad Side
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