[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same
[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain`t even with this
I`m the man, all the homeboys wanna dis
Crushin, killin, never beat stealin
But I`m hell when it comes to rhyme dealin
Death to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I`ma hard rock
Beat `em up and pick `em up and make `em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup
Drop the games, cause they really ain`t necessary
You can be a water rated, boy you ain`t legendary
Sue it far in the Caddy, I`ma chillin
To your girlies I`ma hero, to you suckers I`ma villian
I`ve done, get me mad I might try
Can`t find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious and callous could be deadly to competitors
What am I sayin? (your gonna get yours)
[Chorus - *scratched*]
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
[Verse 2]
Memories of bein broke, keep me on the war path
Hittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it`s like a punk blast
Swayed, raid in effect, my posse`s with it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn`t get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain`t playin with you boy, you know I mean that
Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate
All niggaz take note, don`t imitate
Rippin is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P
Tryna get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know what I`m talkin about
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker`s lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better start climbin
When she`s grindin, I`m hardcore rhymin
Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet black
Swass skin in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by sucker punk, look like eat crackers
He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked backwards
Catch `em on the corner stone and hit `em with the gat chrome
Let `em know my posse`s gettin bigger, when were back home
A big maulin, you know my beat is def
You know who you are, F the BS
[Break]
Yeah boy, they rappin five slang
Cuttin, you know who it is
Comin back at ya, ain`t gonna put your name on wax
I really don`t wanna make you famous sucker
[Chorus]
F the BS
F the BS
F the BS
[Verse 3]
Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon
Heavy snaps, never lookin for a bargain
Tumble when the pressure`s on, walkin like a movie clips
Slow mo, pants low, jeans layin off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap warrior
Real beat boy, leavin crowds in euphoria
Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a blast
Movin like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass
(*beat changes*) Here`s the beat and c`mon girlies get with it
You like my tuning cabilities, admit it
It`s the man with the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain`t afraid of you
Raise an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW)
Understand it`s the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage I`ma (ROUGH BOY)
Yes so rough boy, creepin up the backside
Mix-A-Lot sign `em up for the (BIG FIGHT)
(*solo of the new beat*)
(*two beats scratched*)
(*scratched*)
Raised, raised in LA
[Verse 3]
Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereo
I`m like a cannibal, got you like Rambo
Don`t like riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain`t a joke and no coke, buddy don`t laugh
I`m serious, my intention is to overthrow
The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo
It`s like a bug always tickin in my mind
It`s tellin me buddy, it`s time
[Chorus - *scratched*]
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
F the BS ..
[Outro - talking] (*scratching continues*)
Look here sucker, this is my program
I`m about to throw down and take over the rap land
You know what I`m sayin?
Somethin different, somethin new
Ain`t none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo
You know I`m sayin, you know who I am
Check me out
F the BS, sucker
Yeah, F the BS
