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Sir Mix-A-Lot - Testarossa lyrics
I'm your Testarosa. First gear Watch me go, keep 'em in fear Rumble, young man rumble Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble Gaskets crank, rappers get spank Stripes get yank, a superior rank Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar But I'm rolling, the cartel's tolling For the D's keep folding Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb By the jet black blur Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta Don't try to get closer Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust Don't ever try to fuck wit' a boss High octane there ain't no ping When I swing on a lyrical speed king And that's just first gear, listen for the upshift Who can get wit' this I'm your testarosa Second gear, look it here queer I'm in here, hitting like spears The rhyme cartel slings legalized dope Some cope, others get (gunshot noises) Lost on the boss, it's finish is flawless 12 cylinders listen to the horses It accelerates smooth Move or else get move Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting smothered I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter My rep is kept, muthafukas must step The best get swept and let out to rest Huuuu, look at that air intake Second gear, passing fakes Revolution per lyric get higher How can I chill when my rhyme's on fire As I approach the end of my tach My lyrical horse power blows to the max Red line is reached to the peak of my speech And I told ya, I'm your Testarosa Testarosa Gear number three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up Keep 'em all down on these young bucks Let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker Get the picture Ba |
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