I'll Roll You Up

I'll Roll You Up - Sir Mix-A-Lot

Tightly knit my script is legit

I'm force feedin competition more rebel sh*t

Rhymes on a roll cold yet bold

I did "Posse on Broadway" in cruise control

Runnin like a wart rap's my sport

Of course loss and then you pick the part

But don't cry and say you wasn't warned

Cause my voice keeps comin like a STORM

Bass should it be let go heck no

Want to be hard cause you failed to be techno

Rugged ripped and rough hittin like "Thriller" (boom)

My bass drum is a killer

Packed like a musket tough to test it

Your arrested (Yo was he in a trial ) you guessed it

His eyes are big his crew ran away in the crunch

Then I hit 'em with the "Batman" punch

Laugh if you want but don't approach

Cause most that approach get ate up like toast

But some do come you wanna scrap or what

If not stay back cause I'll Roll You Up

(That's right Mix roll that sucker)

(Kick it over here)

I'll Roll You Up

(Roll 'em up Roll 'em up Mix)

(Kick kick kick it over here)

(Kick kick kick it over here)

(kick it over here Mix)

I'm scannin the court holdin the fort

Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort

More real estate keep my posse runnin to the bank

It's hardcore breakin up armored tanks

Not dressed to impress but dressed for pain

No cute sweatsuits just sweat and chains

Step off strapped I let off caps

Ha Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps

Rip the Godfather then you start that braggin

I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon

A malla ralla makin MC's holler

My rope's so big your girl's callin me a baller

Bad is played so I choose to use mean

Diabolical mind the remorse is unseen

Quick to cut on any concert quack

Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks

He claims to hate me swears I can't beat 'em

I drop a new jam the punks come like I beep 'em

Tried to jack stepped up and got popped

Cause I'm takin out scum like "Robocop"

Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knot

The temporary interuptin in your chain of thought

It's me so give it up cause the gat is in your gut

Don't make a move or I'll Roll You Up sucker

I'll Roll You Up

Yeah how many players we got in the house

How many Playboys we got in the house

All you players from coast to coast

You know I rock the most

My bank is thick but it's legal so I boast

Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap

if a sucker got beef

Roll him up cause he's soft kinda limp

I'm your worst nightmare a sucker MC's pimp

Workin 'em hard with my hip hop force

My words so cold they known to freeze up warts

The scope is focused notice no hocus pocus

Your girl's a square but she'll tell ya I'm bogus

Saw you on the street your middle finger was flippin

And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin

Read my song lyrics are strong

The critics were wrong I kind to suckers like pong

Agression the lesson pain is the ultimatum

Reachin and grabbin hittin like Jack Tatum

They are crushed turnin suckers to slush

Heavyweight beef for you punks that fuss

Whippin like handball punishin the face

I'm all up in 'em like Section Eight

Logical rhymes ahead of the time

Goin for mine and fight time still down to grind

Here's the white chalk your next to get cut

But cross the white line and I'll Roll You Up

I'll Roll You Up

Bring it on down

I got my voice down pact rock it up like crack

Smacked all the whack with a loaded pack

Black Cross Courts is the chosen attire

Heavy with the lyrics all balls are fire

In the Pacific Time Zone I'm considered the boss

A lyrical nightmare it's me in your dreams

Feel the sweat the smoke get up and then scream

Loose is the noose but I'm tightenin soon

My drum's steady hung with enormous boom

I stomp all comp for it's you I romp

My drum's kickin harder than paternity stomps

Hit it and with it the posse's heavy and stiff

Skirts on the tip for the player riff

Not a regular rapper cause I'm knowin what's up

You attack from the back and I'll Roll You Up

(Mix-A-Lot)

(Mix-A-Lot)

I'll Roll You Up

(Mix-A-Lot)