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Sir Mix-A-Lot - Gortex lyrics
Posse in effect scramble up new rhyme Big Goretex crushed down two time Rumble in the street neighborhood shakedown Emerald City posse gonna take this town Suckers gettin' mad swift kick broke rib Serve it in a dish name it up rib tip Metal in the front big stomp crush neck Punks on tip call the boots GoreTex Laugh if you want but you might get crushed Walk through the dangerous Hilltop brush Bullet-proof, steel-toed, down to kick butt Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts One twenty five was the price tag on 'em Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em Style is a must, but the style is rough China Beach boots couldn't crush more stuff Strap 'em down, lace 'em up, get in the bucket Reach for the tongue, pull it out, then tuck it Ten pound boots could destruct all comers My whole posse wears them Fort Lewis runners Death to a white pair of nikes - sound effect Kickin' over big motor bikes - sound effect Steppin' over puddles in the hood - sound effect Girls laugh, but you know they look good - sound effect Waffle-like prints in the snow - sound effect Pulverize punks when we throw - sound effect Salute to the group in the booths - sound effect Bow, and we kick you in the snoot - GoreTex Hollow-point nine, to the boots, ricochet Leavin' mud prints when I romp in the rain Draw black scars on the new gym floor Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores This is it baby, big shiny black boots Runnin' over punks like Iranian troops Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck In your butt, 'cause you wanted to box One-two punch and the GoreTex drops On your toe, your brother got caught By GoreTex boots from the GoreTex shop Git it! Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme Big Goretex, crushed down, two time Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown Emerald City posse, gonna take this town Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex |
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