作词 : Sir Mix-A-Lot
Like it was before, as usual 
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same 
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with this 
I'm the man, all the homeboys wanna dis 
Crushin, killin, never beat stealin 
But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme dealin 
Death to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot 
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock 
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up 
But my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his cup 
Drop the games, cause they really ain't necessary 
You can be a water rated, boy you ain't legendary 
Sue it far in the Caddy, I'ma chillin 
To your girlies I'ma hero, to you suckers I'ma villian 
I've done, get me mad I might try 
Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it 
Serious and callous could be deadly to competitors 
What am I sayin? (your gonna get yours) 
F the BS .. 
F the BS .. 
F the BS .. 
Memories of bein' broke, keep me on the war path 
Hittin' like a wreckin' ball, Lord it's like a punk blast 
Swayed, raid in effect, my posse's with it 
Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it 
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack 
I ain't playin' with you boy, you know I mean that 
Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate 
All niggaz take note, don't imitate 
Rippin' is the cut, freaks scurry for my T-I-P 
Tryna get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T 
Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin' about 
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's lights out 
Bring it to my level, boy you better start climbin '
When she's grindin', I'm hardcore rhymin' 
Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle 
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles 
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin' jet black 
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin' coon hat 
Walk by sucker punk, look like eat crackers 
He mumbled somethin, so my posse walked backwards 
Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em with the gat chrome 
Let 'em know my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home 
A big maulin, you know my beat is def 
You know who you are, F the BS 
Yeah boy, they rappin' five slang 
Cuttin', you know who it is 
Comin' back at ya, ain't gonna put your name on wax 
I really don't wanna make you famous sucker 
F the BS 
F the BS 
F the BS 
Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon 
Heavy snaps, never lookin' for a bargain 
Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin' like a movie clips 
Slow mo, pants low, jeans layin' off my hip 
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap warrior 
Real beat boy, leavin' crowds in euphoria 
Transform, super fast, nice slice, what a blast 
Movin' like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass 
Here's the beat and c'mon girlies get with it 
You like my tuning abilities, admit it 
It's the man with the westbound attitude 
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of you 
Raise an eyebrow, try to figure out how 
Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW) 
Understand it's the undercover game plan 
Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN) 
Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoy 
Mix-A-Lot on the stage I'ma (ROUGH BOY) 
Yes so rough boy, creepin' up the backside 
Mix-A-Lot sign 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT) 
Raised, raised in LA 
Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereo 
I'm like a cannibal, got you like "Rambo" 
Don't like riff-raff kick you in the left calf 
I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy don't laugh 
I'm serious, my intention is to overthrow 
The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo 
It's like a bug always tickin' in my mind 
It's tellin' me "buddy, it's time" 
F the BS .. 
F the BS .. 
F the BS .. 
Look here sucker, this is my program 
I'm about to throw down and take over the rap land 
You know what I'm sayin'? 
Somethin' different, somethin' new 
Ain't none of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo 
You know I'm sayin', you know who I am 
Check me out 
F the BS, sucker 
Yeah, F the BS