Rippn’ Sir Mix-a-Lot

[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cuts
Got two Cadillacs, one blue one gold
Got straps on the back with a fresh set of Vogues
Wheel in the back with a grill in the front
24 carat gold on my trunk
Got a rope like a python hanging 'round my neck
Got my freak in my arm cold kickin' on set
Never get ill cause I'm too damn swass
Got a funky Trans-Am with a dual exhaust
LA is live but Seattle is my home
Hood ornament is gold cause I don't like chrome

[Chorus]
That's rippn'!
Now that's rippn'!

[Verse 2: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
Down with M-i-x-a-l-o-t
On the west coast driving big Cadillacs
Snow white paint job with the wheel in the back
Suckas talk smack cause they cannot hang
But you got to have a brain in the computerized game
You getting mad cause your girl wants to play my song
You know you want to hear it, put the record back on