Till da Sun Cums Up Sir Mix-a-Lot

[Intro: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
We like it up close and funky
We don't wanna lip-sync on no big stage
Ayo Outtasite, Tomeka
What are we doin' in these old clubs when we get these megaphones?

[Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka, Sir Mix-a-Lot]
We can rock this bitch till the sun comes up
We can bang this club all night all night
We can drop this hit till the floorboards creak
When the sun comes up we'll ride yeah

[Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka, Sir Mix-a-Lot]
We can rock this bitch till the sun comes up
We can bang this club all night yeah
We can drop this hit till the floorboards creak
When the sun comes up we'll ride

[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I give it up to the hole-in-the-wall clubs
The six in the mornin' sun's up and yes, y'all clubs
The wrong clubs for squares and song doves
With hot, sweaty bodies dance naughty cause ima rock your hottie
Be about it, strong game, and never doubt it
You come and scout it, bitch you ain't in ours don't know about it
The demo you wished for is 13 to 18
They love you ten minutes then they break the scene
But imma stay in the grass roots and pitch ten cents
I can chill in the back booth and sniff [?] scents
I pull up in a black coupe with mack intents
Went straight for the stack juice with dominant hints
About thong-poppin' game-swappin' the skirt-hoppin'
We ain't stoppin' this rockin' till the cops walk in
Or the sun comes up, whichever comes first
Cause we gon' rock this bitch till it hurts
Bring it, 'Mek