Gold

[Intro] Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin) Gold around his neck (24-7) Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin) Gold around his neck (14k heaven) Clockin' lots of dollars, cruisin' in his benz Clockin' lots of dollars, got no place to go Clockin' lots of dollars, rollin' with your posse Clockin' lots of dollars, we all got gold [Verse 1: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Listen up brothers it's the rhyme I can't repeat I'm sportin' more gold than a rock n roll freak Mix is my name, bustin' rhymes is my game Don't disrespect me cause I kill then I take your chain Life is pretty tough yet goes kinda rough Stealin' and you're dealin' but you just can't get enough Now you're crying cause my rope is 20 millimeters fat You're stealin' gold emblems down at Fredrick Cadillac Walkin' round San Fran, rippin' up the set Homeboys on the corner ask us where we rock next I'm not in town to smoke dope If you broke you smoke dope We're back in San Francisco and we're looking for the gold rope Saw the rock man and we tailed his benz He drove Powell Street to where the trolley cars end He sipped his soda pop, came to a complete stop Looked over to the left it was a... gold shop! [Bridge] Yo baby check out this big gold nugget ring! [Verse 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Walked into the shop and I had to stare This freak was in the corner with the long blonde hair I knocked her out the way cause she was standin' in my vision I saw this gold rope and Maharashi started fishin' Walked up to the counter and we hit the bell We all had money for the big gold sale From back behind the counter came the big gold mines Last name, kinda funny, but his first name was Jahan "Put your money down that's nothing to me Got the real rock man buying my jewelry So they got lots of money from american games" The AMG kick on my 516 Mercedes So I reached into my pocket and I pulled thick bank I would have bought the store but my bank just sank I know I got points cause my gold shines bright Gonna sport it to the solar system Saturday night Maharashi's up next for the big gold deal Flipped dead presidents and cold got ill Smile on his face with a grand in his hand Bought a turkish gold rope with the 30 inch span Kid Sensation was the next at bat Bought a big nugget watch, face up a Cadillac He saw this gold rope and said "How much for that to go?" Told him 700 dollars everybody said "woooaaahhhh" Security came over as the kid count bank Gave him fourteen fifties and his face stayed blank I grabbed the sack of gold and Jahan, we told em bye We'd like to stay and kick it but we can't we gotta fly [Break] Break! [Verse 3: Sir Mix-A-Lot] We left the gold shop kinda broke but happy Promoter put us up in an '86 caddy Crossed the Golden Gate and headed for the Napa Valley No liter in the car because we threw it in the alley Everybody's trippin' off the Mix-a-lot crew Pose fresh dipped all filas are through Caddy pushin 80 like a big black rocket We're looking for a posse with no money in their pockets We made a right turn theres the pose on the left Before we get busy just remember we're def Maharashi took the bank roll, Larry took the car Kid Sensation had a plan thinking he was the star Step aside kid I control this jam You are my partner and here's my scam I'll take the homeboys you take the skeezer The boys got gold but they ain't got filas Larry made a move with the black briefcase 5000 dollars worth of fila in your face They ain't got money but they had a lot of dope I said I don't want drugs just give me your rope To sell a suitcase of filas boy it ain't no thing Just give me that gold that includes all rings Maharashi snatched the gold out the homegirls nose Man we would have took her bra if the sucka was gold [Outro] Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin) Gold around his neck (24-7) Gold around his neck (8 ball rollin) Gold around his neck (14k heaven)