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Attack On The Stars - текст песни



Attack On The Stars


[Sir Mix-A-Lot: talking]


[sound of alarms in the background]


"Prepare for Attack on the Stars"


"Prepare for Attack on the Stars"


Five, four, three, two, one


Begin attack


Begin attack




[Sir Mix-A-Lot]


AH, hip, Swass, down to be the boss


Hustlin, movin, punks gettin tossed


Stop, It's cocked move back


Don't make a move or I'll drop you in your tracks


Growin, blowin, not hype I'm hyper


I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper


Woo, too swift for the criminals


Banks never gonna measure my decibels


Get it up, this beat's so crazy


Punks like you don't phase me


Big man, muscle in the window


Kickin live in a four door Benzo


Ripped, with muscles I'm furious


MC's almost hip gettin curious


Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue


Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue


Cadillac, some think I'm a mover


But the gold on the wheels might moo ya


I'm in effect with another funky groove


POSSE UP, Mix-A-Lot is on the move




[sounds of alarms going off]


"Attack!"


"Attack!"


"Attack!"




[Sir Mix-A-Lot]


OH, here we go, I dropped my microphone


Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo


Out West, rollin in a Big Benz


Don't chill, not 'til the song (Texts of songs ) ends


There's the more, now I know you hear it


Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics


You jump, I attack like a animal


No pity, no show at your funeral


Punk, your rap's illiterate


Wanna box boy don't consider it


Ingenius, used to be a good boy


Nine millimeter gat my new toy


Let's go, shuffle for the right shot


Stick and move if you want but you'll get caught


Criminals on the set you ain't nothin


Big Boss in effect I ain't bluffin




[sounds of alarms going off]


"Launch Phase 2"


"Launch Phase 2"


"Launch Phase 2"




[Sir Mix-A-Lot]


What about this other group, dressed like GQ


Yeah I'm talkin about you


You call yourself rappers, crack another joke


You old smoker, take another tote


You bought 'caine back in San Diego


I saw it when you layed it on the table


Big disappointment to your fans


You wanna throw, let's go for the floor man


WOO, that's controversy


Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy


Superstars watch your back


Yo D, your game was wack


Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead


Your girl calls my name in your bed


Fire, this beat's so hard


New song (Texts of songs ) my Attack on the Stars




"Time is running out"


"Time is running out"




[Sir Mix-A-Lot]


No time, my rhyme's runnin out a fuel


Here's the part you decide if you wanna do


Count it up, the duckets from the Swass tour


Buckle up for the pain you will endure


Movin, runnin, slick plus cunnin


Girlies on my straw cause I rap so stunnin


Loaded with amnition, uzi ammunition


Tongue lashin suckers, black it like a statistican


Satisfied never, nothin could be better


Roll a gold Caddy, wearin white troop leather


Packin dual handguns, rippin up the nation


Droppin enemies so hard, they type, they wouldn't want none


Inhale [inhaling noise] here we go again


The story of my life, everyday's a perfect ten


Always gettin caught with tactical equipment


Bringin in my uzi on the UPS shipment


Cut 'em, droppin 'em, no one says I copy 'em


Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin 'em


Old school, new school, make no, never mind


Your foundation's just been undermind


Slice, roast those big boys


Banks don't matter you will be destroyed


Up and down the rap world goes


The radio rotation dominated by your flow


But I'm comin, radio or not


It's your record label, they kept me on the block


My posse's new attitude


No mercy on the stars, and that includes you




[alarm goes off]




[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]


So what is it man


What's this dude been saying


AW, it is, it's my Attack on the Stars


Out there effecting you audience punks


You oughta be ashamed


You know who it is, it's the big man


And I'm rich with it


Yeah, sucker




[beat stops]




[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking (Voice in background)]


A Ha, out there pumpin that heat, boy


(I've been just smokin man)


Please, you ain't with this


(I've been just smokin)


Smoker


(yeah)


Smoker, I said it


[laughing in background]


Yeah, and what's up man


(what's up)


Yeah, and this punk know what's happenin


(yeah)


[sounds of high fives]



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