Something About My Benzo

[Sir Mix-A-Lot] Tell y'all what I'm rollin There's something about my Benzo with tinted windows It's kinda slick, not made for bimbos Cruisin down the street with this gip on my hood I'm gettin points like a Benzo should I said "yo skeeze you lookin for the flesh? You wanna ride, better dust off your dress" I ain't dissin you . . . skeeze But my Benzo's the ultimate tease Walk into the Spectrum, some suckers wanna kick my rectum Got up in my face, tellin me I was deaf I slapped the boy cause he had bad breaf Looked down at his rope, I saw "V" and a "W" What you tryin do, you dumb brother you Call yourself a baller in a Volkswagen? You better hush homes and squash that braggin [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot] (Ron) (Yo what's up Mix, I got a Benzo too) (Could I say something?) There's something about my Benzo (Haha, yeah) (Let's roll on top of these girlies) (You know what's up) (Mind if I be broke but ..) [Sir Mix-A-Lot] (Ron) Shut up Ron, it's the way I gotta do this You on my tip boy, like Popeye on Brutus Don't worry home cut I'm still chill Just kinda twisted off a Benzo peel (ok) Four door, I likes mine bigger (really) I stay strapped for them Buffalo niggas (me too) (*voice with accent*) "Get these seats man they're two-tone" I ain't no pimp but I'm "Bad to the Bone" Cellular phone in the middle So many buttons on my dash, it's a riddle Rollin up to Ave., I'm chillin Grill's dirty from the birds I'm killin (Got 'em) Girls please step back don't touch this The kinda car jack artists don't mess with Yes, my rollouts in effect It's time to go, too many skirts want sex [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot] (Ron) (That's what I'm sayin) (*laughing noises*) There's something about my Benzo (Oh yeah, that's right, sing it Mix, sing it) [Sir Mix-A-Lot] Bought it in Miami, rode it to Cali Hit 150, through the Fernando Valley AMG down with the big gold grill Tack jumps when it's time to get ill 15-inch woofers, boom in the trunk "Posse on Broadway" for maximum bump Cruise like Deletho, playin my rhyme Rewind the tape kid, that's the wrong line Back to the car, automatic on the floor Points with the skirts bought a Benzo, scores Whole gold shot, that includes gold mirrors The wipers on my lights make the word a bit clearer Whip, dip, munchin barbeque chips Honkin at pimps at these flip for the tip Roll up on baby I said "aight, a-a aight" Some old player riffin of big old players day Baby dropped her vanity workin that makeup Wavin at her friends, thinkin she's a taker But I let it slide You use me for the ride, I use you for the high You know whats up, that's the way the game rolls Use me I use you, and so the story goes Ho pimpin on pimpin, the chant the homies scream Bring them skirts to the Benzo king [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot] A ha haha, yeah Just something about my Benzo [Sir Mix-A-Lot] Not just one, I got three I collect 'em you see SEL, a 190, and a SEC I ain't no dope man Mr. Lolly jump on TV tryin to diss Brothers like you hate to see black success when it's legit But it's real, check the latest Vibe Sixteen nahs, and the reader make it five CD, cassette, big amps make it rock Turn that AC off, girl, it's a drop top SEC, hog of hogs Hit the funky street lights when I'm rollin in the fog Cruisin at a 100 when I spotted this car It was a trap .. they call it radar State Trooper in a 5.0 Will he catch my SEC, now you know Gunnin 130 on the outskirts of Seattle Ha, that's the end of that battle [Outro - Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all you brothers rollin in Benzos Eazy-E, Ice-T, Tone Loc Word, there's something about my Benzo, peace