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- SIR MIX-A-LOT - You Can’t Slip Lyrics
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- Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot
- You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not about the sex
- You gots to be a businessman to keep them thangs in check
- I used to run some call girls and pimp 'em just for fun
- But you should see how the gangsters can make us pimps r-r-run!
- Back in '82 I used to roll a gold Caddy
- Females were my business, you could call me the Mack Daddy
- But pimpin' came so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
- Roll 'em up to Canada so Johnny's could wit 'em
- Show them fake ID's so we could step across the border
- We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders
- Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose your morals
- We must increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral
- Rappers like to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game
- How can you run the ladies when you're only 17?
- I speak from experience when I say "Turn around!"
- 'Cause I was rollin' heavy 'till one female took me down
- She was only 17 but she was lookin' 21
- 5'9", street-tough and packin' guns
- But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' game was soft
- Baby took a trick out to the suite so he could toss
- 911 is flashin' crazy on my pager
- I pushed the trunk button and I load the 12 gauge
- Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail
- Smoke a trick quick if he's beatin' on my female
- Kickin' down the door and ain't nobody in the suite
- I never let my agents take them tricks out on the street
- If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho couldn't kill her
- Body found face down, floatin' in the green river
- You can't slip! Not in this pimpin' game, chief!
- No no, you can't slip!
- You can't slip.
- Yo E-Dog, tell them what's up with that slangin' and bangin', chief!
- Verse 2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
- You can't slip when you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
- no!)
- Especially when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
- 'Cause it's the 1990's and you got to be prepared
- Or a nigga like the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
- High sightin' nigga rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
- Drops 6-4, gives my homies no respect (None!)
- But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will start the chokin' up
- And bones are gettin' broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
- A straight jack on a fella with a fat sack
- Comin' out missin' when you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
- Came through servin' but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
- Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the curb (Huh!)
- Now it's time to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
- Trade him for some ounces so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
- Say it's 'bout the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!)
- But 'till I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my name (Word.)
- So now I'm straight addicted to the jackin' and the slangin'
- Cross court saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin'
- But if you think I'm gonna stop this life, well you're wrong!
- I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
- So here we go again, another jack in effect (Yeah!)
- A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
- And if he tries to run then I just smoke him on the spot
- But little do I know, there's a lesson to be taught
- The brother pulled an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!"
- *gunshots* ("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete I lay!
- He walks up slowly, then he looks me in my eye
- Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm gonna die!
- (Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't jack for these D's! See ya!)
- *gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, let's go, nigga!) *sirens*
- (Shouldn't have been a sucka, nigga!) *door closing*
- (Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) *car skids off*
- You can't slip.
- You can't slip. Oh, you better pull them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
- You can't slip. Gots to be a gangsta, huh?
- Well, you can't slip!
- *creepy organ music*
- Yeah, a lot of young brothers is constantly tellin' me how they growin'.
- Well, I'm just tryin' to tell you where you're goin'.
- You can't slip. Peace.
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