[00:19.01]Tightly knit, my script is legit
[00:20.96]I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
[00:23.01]Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
[00:25.23]I did "Posse on Broadway" in cruise control
[00:27.41]Runnin like a wart, rap's my sport
[00:29.37]Of course loss, and then you pick the part
[00:31.51]But don't cry and say you wasn't warned
[00:33.71]Cause my voice keeps comin like a STORM
[00:35.76]Bass should it be let go, heck no
[00:37.95]Want to be hard, cause you failed to be techno
[00:40.00]Rugged, ripped and rough hittin like "Thriller" (boom)
[00:42.47]My bass drum is a killer
[00:44.41]Packed like a musket, tough to test it
[00:46.37]Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it
[00:48.52]His eyes are big, his crew ran away in the crunch
[00:50.68]Then I hit 'em with the "Batman" punch
[00:52.78]Laugh, if you want but don't approach
[00:54.82]Cause most that approach get ate up like toast
[00:56.77]But some do come, you wanna scrap or what?
[00:58.94]If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up
[01:01.39](That's right Mix, roll that sucker)
[01:03.39](Kick it over here)
[01:05.24]I'll Roll You Up
[01:07.17](Roll 'em up, Roll 'em up Mix)
[01:09.29](Kick, kick, kick it over here)
[01:11.51](Kick, kick, kick it over here)
[01:13.56](kick it over here Mix)
[01:17.83]I'm scannin the court, holdin the fort
[01:19.74]Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort
[01:21.96]More real estate, keep my posse runnin to the bank
[01:24.12]It's hardcore, breakin up armored tanks
[01:26.21]Not dressed to impress, but dressed for pain
[01:28.23]No cute sweatsuits, just sweat and chains
[01:30.46]Step off strapped, I let off caps
[01:32.48]Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps
[01:34.74]Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin
[01:36.77]I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon
[01:38.89]A malla ralla, makin MC's holler
[01:41.01]My rope's so big, your girl's callin me a baller
[01:43.24]Bad is played, so I choose to use mean
[01:45.25]Diabolical mind, the remorse is unseen
[01:47.35]Quick to cut on any concert quack
[01:49.48]Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks
[01:51.52]He claims to hate me, swears I can't beat 'em
[01:53.80]I drop a new jam, the punks come like I beep 'em
[01:55.87]Tried to jack, stepped up and got popped
[01:57.92]Cause I'm takin out scum like "Robocop"
[02:00.09]Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knot
[02:02.04]The temporary, interuptin in your chain of thought
[02:04.17]It's me so give it up, cause the gat is in your gut
[02:06.32]Don't make a move or I'll Roll You Up, sucker
[02:08.57]"Mix-A-Lot"
[02:12.77]"Mix-A-Lot"
[02:16.81]"Mix-A-Lot"
[02:21.46]"Mix-A-Lot"
[02:24.41]I'll Roll You Up
[02:26.46]Yeah, how many players we got in the house?
[02:29.07](*yelling in background*)
[02:30.08]How many Playboys we got in the house?
[02:33.26]All you players from coast to coast
[02:35.28]You know I rock the most
[02:36.37]My bank is thick but it's legal, so I boast
[02:38.00]Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap
[02:40.25]I'm still down to (*banging noise*), if a sucker got beef
[02:42.31]Roll him up, cause he's soft, kinda limp
[02:44.32]I'm your worst nightmare, a sucker MC's pimp
[02:46.44]Workin 'em hard with my hip hop force
[02:48.54]My words so cold they known to freeze up warts
[02:50.60]The scope is focused, notice no hocus pocus
[02:54.93]Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin
[02:56.92]Read my song, lyrics are strong
[02:59.00]The critics were wrong, I kind to suckers like pong
[03:03.59]Agression the lesson, pain is the ultimatum
[03:05.45]Reachin and grabbin, hittin like Jack Tatum
[03:07.61]They are crushed, turnin suckers to slush
[03:09.70]Heavyweight beef for you punks that fuss
[03:11.75]Whippin like handball, punishin the face
[03:13.76]I'm all up in 'em like Section Eight
[03:15.88]Logical rhymes, ahead of the time
[03:17.73]Goin for mine, and fight time, still down to grind
[03:20.09]Here's the white chalk, your next to get cut
[03:22.08]But cross the white line and I'll Roll You Up
[03:27.63]I'll Roll You Up.......
[03:32.20]Bring it on down
[03:34.97](*beat changes*)
[03:40.92]I got my voice down pact, rock it up like crack
[03:43.21]Smacked all the whack, with a loaded pack
[03:45.26]Black Cross Courts is the chosen attire
[03:47.34]Heavy with the lyrics, all balls are fire
[03:49.59]Cause I'm (*scratched* - "Dope, are great"*)
[03:51.79]In the Pacific Time Zone, I'm considered the boss
[03:53.74]A lyrical nightmare, it's me in your dreams
[03:55.84]Feel the sweat, the smoke, get up and then scream
[03:57.96]Loose is the noose, but I'm tightenin soon
[03:59.96]My drum's steady hung, with enormous boom
[04:02.07]I stomp all comp, for it's you I romp
[04:04.14]My drum's kickin harder than paternity stomps
[04:06.21]Hit it and with it, the posse's heavy and stiff
[04:08.37]Skirts on the tip, for the player riff
[04:10.41]Not a regular rapper, cause I'm knowin what's up
[04:12.52]You attack from the back and I'll Roll You Up
[04:15.67]"Mix-A-Lot"
[04:19.16]"Mix-A-Lot"