Текстове на песни: Sir Mixalot. Rippin'.

Got a real fine freek with a real big butt,
She gets real ill when she hears my cut,
Got two cadillacs one blue one gold,
Got straps on the back with a fresh set of Vogues,
Wheel on the back and grill on the front,
24 carrot gold on my trunk,
Got a rope like a python hanging 'round my neck,
And my freak in my arms cold kickin on the set,
Never get ill cause im two damn SWASS,
Got a funky trans-am with a duel exhaust,
L.A. is fine but Seattle is my home,
Hood ornaments gold cause i dont like chrome.

That's rippn'

That's rippin'

Chillin, never illin' in the place to be,
Now I'm the m-i-x-a-l-o-t,
On the West coast drive big Cadillacs,
No white paint jobs with a wheel in the back.
Sets talk smack, but they cannot hang,
But you got to have brand of computerized game.
You get mad cause your girl wants to play my,
You know you want to hear it, put the record back on.

That's Rippin'

That's Rippin'

I'm real estate investor, hard core dresser,
Money countin' brother and I hate polyester.
Walkin' on the wild side, pullin' gold snaps.

I know you're gettin' jealous cause I got it like that.
Cruise Broadway on my cellular phone,
Spent a hundred thousand dollars on a brand new home.
Dog in front yard, fence in the back,
Freak by my side and a Fila hat.

That's Rippin'

That's Rippin'

Rip this!!

Rollin your Nissan, kickin' my beats,
With my girl by my side lookin' oh so sweet,
Got Fila on my feet and gold on my neck.
Go cold carry cash cause I never write checks.
Bankroll so big I can hardly hold it,
You once had a dream but your Grandma stole it,
Punched in her in the eye and took my bank back.
You ever wonder why I'm like that?
Cause I'm Rippin'

That's Rippin'

Yeeeaahh
You like this beat, but it's time to change.
Not gonna get ill, but I'm gonna get strange.
Push yo partner, throw 'em in the isle
Gonna kick live with the sqauredance style