Square Dance Rap (Power Mix)

[Intro]
Yee-haw
I think that's a country-type beat there, Mix-A-Lot, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk
I'ma bust me a square dance rap, Mix
Why don't you kick in the bass drum, cottonpicker? Let's get crackin', hyuk, hyuk

[Verse 1]
Now everybody's rappin' 'bout welfare lines
I'm gonna bust me a brand new rhyme
Girls bend down and you start to freak
Shake your hips and act conceit'
Throw your hands high in the air
Grab your partner's derriere
Fellas in the crowd, I know you must be trippin'
My voice got them-there homegirls flippin'
Now grab your partner, take a bow
If you can't dance, I'll tell you how
Wave your hands and take two steps
Grab your hips and slide to the left
Get all in your partner's face
Swerve to the side and show your lace
If you're a freak then let it show
And grab your partner, dosey-doe

[Chorus]
My beats are icky in the square dance rap
My beats are icky in the square dance rap (Yee-haw)
My beats are icky in the square dance rap
My beats are icky in the square dance rap

[Verse 2]
Now if you think your partner's fine
Grab her where the sun don't shine
If you can't dance, then tap your toes
If you're stuck up, turn up your nose
Wave your hands from side to side
Lean to the left and take a slide
Other DJs, no, they're no match
Just look to the stage as I start to scratch, hyuk, hyuk

[Interlude]
A-good Lord and a quarter, Mix-A-Lot, go ahead, get on, cut it up (Rock— Rock— Rock— Rock— )
I'm gon' bust me a fast rap right on about now (Rock me babe)

[Verse 3]
Synthesized, digitized, totally computerized
Never fakin', no mistakin', keep the people's booties shakin'
Super-great, I'm no fake, [?]
Spinnin' records, cuttin' jams, all you freaks know who I am
I'm Mix-A-Lot, on the spot, king of scratchin' and hip-hop
Quick scratchin', fast rappin', hand clappin' [?]
Syncopated, duplicated, I'm extremely complicated
Stimulated conversation guaranteed to rock the nation

[Chorus]
My beats are icky in the square dance rap
My beats are icky in the square dance rap (Yee-haw)
My beats are icky in the square dance rap
My beats are icky in the square dance rap

[Verse 4]
Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray on the wheels of steel
Baby, this square dance is for real
Freaks get loose and go bezerk
Homeboys, look down homegirl's shirt
Grab her wrist, give her a twist
Spin her 'round 'til she acts amiss
DJs talkin' all that smack
Mix-A-Lot is the king of the scratch, hyuk, hyuk

[Interlude]
Hey, Mix-A-Lot, good Lord and a quarter, cottonpicker
Hyuk-hyuk-hyuk-hyuk
I think I wanna bust me another one of them fast ones
You know what I mean?

[Verse 5]
I'm quick, slick, full of tricks
Never touched a drum stick
Wired fuses, broken circuits
People come to watch me work it
Under pressure, never choke
Never take a backstroke
Mixin' cuts, spankin' butts
Always spendin' mucho bucks
Preppie shoes, Goobie slacks
That ain't where the money's at
I'm over here in the clear
[?] for you, my dear
Lotta class, spendin' cash
Any day I'll beat your—
Ain't no other scratchin' brother
Mix-A-Lot'll cut your mother

[Chorus]
My beats are icky in the square dance rap
My beats are icky in the square dance rap (Yee-haw)
My beats are icky in the square dance rap
My beats are icky in the square dance rap

[Verse 6]
Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say
To the homegirls sprung on the hum-drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray
His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks
If you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix
Now grab—

[Outro]
Hey, Mix-A-Lot, what happened to the beat, cottonpicker?
Guess it's time to go, bye!