Let it Beaounce Sir Mix-a-Lot

I love it when ya bounce bounce bounce
Shakin the top, shakin the bottom
Can I pounce pounce pounce
Chasin the boots and then I done got 'em
Can I go go go? As soon as you thinkin I'm done
I'm takin it slow, slow, SLOW
The butt-man's back puttin ?mauls on the mud ducks
Stab stab stab, Mitsubishis eat dust
Stabbin on the way to a club
They had a big butt contest so I know I got pub[licity]
SMOOTH, STROLL, step into the club
I got MO, DOUGH, some jealous brothers
Got BEEF, THOUGH, got fourteen mamas
On my HIP, SO, don't do it bro!
Five hundred dollars to the skirt wit the most bounce
Mix-a-Lot is judgin so they let it all out
Wet T-shirts, itty bitty skirts
All my homies straight puttin in work (much work)
I call it sexy, some call it sexist
Can't tell a lie, Mr. Richard is restless
Pump pump pump, now they got me on skids
The girly in the purple on the right is on hip
She got a body but she can't dance a ounce
To hell witcha dance moves girl, just let it beaounce

(Shake shake it mama)
[Bounce] (Shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama)
[Bounce] (Shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama)
[Bounce] (Shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (Shake shake it mama)
[Bounce] (Shake shake shake it mama)