《I’ll Roll You Up》歌词

[00:00:04] I'll Roll You Up_Sir Mix-A-Lot

[00:00:19] Tightly knit my script is legit

[00:00:21] I'm force feedin competition more rebel shit

[00:00:23] Rhymes on a roll cold yet bold

[00:00:25] I did "Posse on Broadway" in cruise control

[00:00:27] Runnin like a wart rap's my sport

[00:00:29] Of course loss and then you pick the part

[00:00:32] But don't cry and say you wasn't warned

[00:00:34] Cause my voice keeps comin like a STORM

[00:00:36] Bass should it be let go heck no

[00:00:38] Want to be hard cause you failed to be techno

[00:00:40] Rugged ripped and rough hittin like "Thriller" (boom)

[00:00:42] My bass drum is a killer

[00:00:44] Packed like a musket tough to test it

[00:00:46] Your arrested (Yo was he in a trial ) you guessed it

[00:00:49] His eyes are big his crew ran away in the crunch

[00:00:51] Then I hit 'em with the "Batman" punch

[00:00:53] Laugh if you want but don't approach

[00:00:55] Cause most that approach get ate up like toast

[00:00:57] But some do come you wanna scrap or what

[00:00:59] If not stay back cause I'll Roll You Up

[00:01:03] (That's right Mix roll that sucker)

[00:01:04] (Kick it over here)

[00:01:06] I'll Roll You Up

[00:01:08] (Roll 'em up Roll 'em up Mix)

[00:01:10] (Kick kick kick it over here)

[00:01:14] (Kick kick kick it over here)

[00:01:16] (kick it over here Mix)

[00:01:17] [Sir Mix-A-Lot

[00:01:17] I'm scannin the court holdin the fort

[00:01:20] Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort

[00:01:22] More real estate keep my posse runnin to the bank

[00:01:24] It's hardcore breakin up armored tanks

[00:01:26] Not dressed to impress but dressed for pain

[00:01:28] No cute sweatsuits just sweat and chains

[00:01:31] Step off strapped I let off caps

[00:01:32] Ha Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps

[00:01:35] Rip the Godfather then you start that braggin

[00:01:37] I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon

[00:01:39] A malla ralla makin MC's holler

[00:01:41] My rope's so big your girl's callin me a baller

[00:01:44] Bad is played so I choose to use mean

[00:01:45] Diabolical mind the remorse is unseen

[00:01:48] Quick to cut on any concert quack

[00:01:50] Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks

[00:01:52] He claims to hate me swears I can't beat 'em

[00:01:54] I drop a new jam the punks come like I beep 'em

[00:01:56] Tried to jack stepped up and got popped

[00:01:58] Cause I'm takin out scum like "Robocop"

[00:02:00] Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knot

[00:02:02] The temporary interuptin in your chain of thought

[00:02:04] It's me so give it up cause the gat is in your gut

[00:02:07] Don't make a move or I'll Roll You Up sucker

[00:02:09] "Mix-A-Lot" [x4

[00:02:25] I'll Roll You Up

[00:02:27] Yeah how many players we got in the house

[00:02:30] [yelling in background

[00:02:32] How many Playboys we got in the house

[00:02:35] [Sir Mix-A-Lot

[00:02:36] All you players from coast to coast

[00:02:38] You know I rock the most

[00:02:39] My bank is thick but it's legal so I boast

[00:02:41] Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap

[00:02:43] I'm still down to [banging noise

[00:02:45] Roll him up cause he's soft kinda limp

[00:02:47] I'm your worst nightmare a sucker MC's pimp

[00:02:49] Workin 'em hard with my hip hop force

[00:02:51] My words so cold they known to freeze up warts

[00:02:52] The scope is focused notice no hocus pocus

[00:02:54] Your girl's a square but she'll tell ya I'm bogus

[00:02:56] Saw you on the street your middle finger was flippin

[00:02:57] And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin

[00:02:58] Read my song lyrics are strong

[00:03:01] The critics were wrong I kind to suckers like pong

[00:03:03] Agression the lesson pain is the ultimatum

[00:03:05] Reachin and grabbin hittin like Jack Tatum

[00:03:07] They are crushed turnin suckers to slush

[00:03:09] Heavyweight beef for you punks that fuss

[00:03:12] Whippin like handball punishin the face

[00:03:14] I'm all up in 'em like Section Eight

[00:03:16] Logical rhymes ahead of the time

[00:03:18] Goin for mine and fight time still down to grind

[00:03:20] Here's the white chalk your next to get cut

[00:03:22] But cross the white line and I'll Roll You Up

[00:03:24] [Break

[00:03:24] I'll Roll You Up

[00:03:32] Bring it on down

[00:03:33] [beat changes

[00:03:34] [Sir Mix-A-Lot

[00:03:41] I got my voice down pact rock it up like crack

[00:03:43] Smacked all the whack with a loaded pack

[00:03:45] Black Cross Courts is the chosen attire

[00:03:47] Heavy with the lyrics all balls are fire

[00:03:49] Cause I'm

[00:03:51] In the Pacific Time Zone I'm considered the boss

[00:03:54] A lyrical nightmare it's me in your dreams

[00:03:56] Feel the sweat the smoke get up and then scream

[00:03:58] Loose is the noose but I'm tightenin soon

[00:04:00] My drum's steady hung with enormous boom

[00:04:02] I stomp all comp for it's you I romp

[00:04:04] My drum's kickin harder than paternity stomps

[00:04:06] Hit it and with it the posse's heavy and stiff

[00:04:09] Skirts on the tip for the player riff

[00:04:11] Not a regular rapper cause I'm knowin what's up

[00:04:13] You attack from the back and I'll Roll You Up

[00:04:15] [Outro

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[00:04:16] [talking

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[00:04:22] I'll Roll You Up

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