Songtext Let it beaounce Sir Mix-A-Lot

Let it beaounce

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 Im done
Im takin it slow, slow, slow
The butt-mans back puttin ? mauls on the mud duct?
Stab stab stab, mitsubishis eat dust
Steppin 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, dont 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
Cant tell a lie, mr. richard is restless
Pump pump pump, now they got me on ? skips?
The girly in the purple on the right is on hip
She got a body but she cant dance a ounce
To hell witcha dance moves girl, just let it beaounce

(shake shake it mama)
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Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
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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)

So baby in the purple got paid
Now shes sittin in my car so its time to check the age
Baby girls age is the same as her waist
Deuce-four ... my taste! (mmh)
Thick soul sista wit the dookie braids
Fine young princess flamin wit the self made boss
I paid the cost so Im the big hoss
When the skirts start to bounce Im lost
Crazy bout thickness, I get em with the quickness
My game is straight laced, no slickness
Witness the system pimp, never been simp
Other wanna-bes just limp
A thick, rump, will make a +nasty dog+
Wanna straight, hump, and if you make it bounce
Ima act, drunk, and chase it all around
Until I bump, bump, no fronts in the grunts
A little, mistake, she got into my car
Now the shirt, shakes, Im hittin potholes
Like earth, quakes, nothin bout the game
Is fake, cake or jake!
You can bounce ya sixty-four
But it cant hang with a hotty gettin wild on the dance floor
And if ya cant make soul train, girl, dont pout
Bring it to me baby, *slurrrp* and 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, baby (shake shake it mama)
<bounce> (shake shake shake it mama)
Let it beaounce (shake shake it mama)
<bounce> (shake shake shake it mama)

Ive been checkin out you other rappers videos
Never lookin at the rapper, just the hotty in the skippy clothes
And I gotta admit this
Mix-a-lotll zooma-zoom-zoom these skirts wit the quickness
All yalls girls is fly so ima give ya props
Look at them girls in the dazzey dukes pop
Shake that thang like a salt shaker
Indecent proposal from the bank maker
Doo-doo brown can make the girls in my group get down
They couldnt sit down, so let that booty bounce around
And theyll throw it in yo face, checkin yo manhood
Ya wanna touch it if youre only good
The smooth, skin, on top of that
The booty is boo-min, shakin like a leaf
To keep it mo-vin, you disagree wit me
Then where have you, been, livin on the end?
Sis boom bah, Im lovin to watch the body
Of a soul sistah, theyre shakin they booties and makin em bounce
To ooh la la, tryin to get deep in they panties
Is the mack papa, change up,
IiiiiiIm the one to come undone and get all sprung
When her butt swung Im gettin high-strung
And all the strike a pose vogue, miss girl, get out!

Just let it beaounce!
Beaounce!
Let it beaounce!
Beaounce!
Let it beaounce!
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Let it beaounce!
Beaounce!
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)