Sag

Lyrics

[Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings] If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to) [Verse 1: Sir Mix-A-Lot] 1976 big hair small pants everybody did the bump dance and little (ooh ooh) chance Got cheekies and big afros and heatwave playing on your stereos But what about them polyester three piece suits seamless with the platform boots Mr. pimp daddy in the four-door hog got to grab your crotch because your pants was tight though But squeezing my balls ain't cool, I ain't got kids so I need my tools No mo' Mix-A-Lot shoppin' at the mall 'cause they pushin' Ben Davis at the spot meet y'all And now my business got space, to sit in the right place and swell on a freak's face But don't try to give chase when I gotta stash I gotta shoo 'cause when you sag you can't run fast, huh And my drawls has gots to stay clean fella, 'cause when you sag they often seen wella I don't know 'bout yo' Kleins and yo' tight shorts your girl might jock but your dick is like crushed poke Because your pants is too tight genius, your shirts tucked in, you wanna smother your penis But I got room to breathe keep in my hands and knees, oh saggin' ass khakis [Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings] If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to) [Verse 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot] The saggin' make 'em stagger with the big boss swagger Lean to the left, pose like a true macker And parents in the suburbs trips 'cause they kids got them 501's droopin' off their hips In the 'burbs its a style thing, but for me it's a thing about my dangalang hang Got my fly unzipped, cool burns on my tip, so the hell with the snug fit let the pants slip Kinda sloppy plus the cops wanna stop me and drop me because my pants hang and I'm cocky Stereotypes got my whole whole hood naggin', but you don't talk that shit when yo' plumber be saggin' So imma gone and struck my black butt and keep my BBD's in yo face so what's up Got room for my 4 by 4 desert eagle, its not illegal, so don't try to be no hero Because you don't like my look, you call me a crook but yo' pants is in yo' nook nook So when I'm washing my truck I bend over, you get closer, sniff now that's crack [Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings] If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to) [Verse 3: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Creased beyond belief its yo' chief boot knocka sucka's be knockin' but they can't stop ya But I don't sag 'cause I'm cool I got a gut so I gotta give it room fool So ease my bizzel to my nizzuts so what's up young boy yo shit don't sag I'm droopin' like the baller as I dismiss punks, when my mom comes around I pull 'em up I can't front The bourgeois girls can't take, the way I hang, loose fucked up tight, and fake But my male is long and my game is strong so why play mr prep, get yo' sag on And when I walk I can feel things swangin', play it out cops, still claiming I'm slangin' My tshirts a triple x, a straight laced vet my pants droop saggin' tough with my gortex [Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings] If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to) If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to)