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Sir Mix-A-Lot( Sir Mix A Lot )
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Iron Man
Lyricist:Ray Anthony L
You could strike a match in my hand, too black to tan Heavy metal rhythm from a one man band Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle Born in the ghetto, hard like metal Gotta '87 'vette with a fat gas pedal Live a hard life, shave with a knife Love to get freaky on the grooviest nights
I got childhood scars in the streets of my life Girls laugh now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lots wife's A new breed is here, vigilante's old rap Got eyes like fire with my boys at my back Now I'm back for revenge all the rumors must end Freaky breathin' is out, bold music is in A lot of dummies gettin' money, just by clappin' their hands Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
You know what I am
A south side ruler, don't drink coolers Big money maker not a dumb drug user Is real not drama, hate pet llamas Met Clint Eastwood, slapped his mama Billboard thrill, avenue chill Hard rock lover and soft rock killer
Girls in the house watch your blouse I am the man your momma was warnin' you about The bad boy of rap givin' no slack Talk behind my back and you might get slapped You might get paid but yo metal ain't real Your rock's like mush, this rock's like steel
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I got childhood scars in the streets of my life Girls laugh now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lots wife's A new breed is here, vigilante's old rap Got eyes like fire with my boys at my back Now I'm back for revenge all the rumors must end Freaky breathin' is out, bold music is in A lot of dummies gettin' money, just by clappin' their hands Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man
Uh, everybody now
Big E gold crushin', MC's fussin' More lines in my face than a sunburn rushin' Hardly ever speakin', girls be tweakin' Buggin' off the drums 'cause the snare be peekin' World's most hated, too bad to be rated Makin' you mad and I'm elated Beats sickapater, your bad I'm greater Tougher than Schwarzenegger in 'Terminator'
Guitar cord ripper, Perrier sipper Trans board scratcher and not a little stripper Flesh like steal, MC's kneel Mickey D's shrimp salad not part of my meal Heavy drum hitter, can't stand kidders Hate boss metal and I'm not a bullshitter Girlie's wanna kiss, suckers throw a fist A lotta rappers try to rock, but it ain't like this
The true iron man of rap Droppin' the big metal hammer Now that's true metal, posse up, yeah
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