Till da Sun Cums Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Sir Mix-a-Lot] We like it up close and funky We don't wanna lip-sync on no big stage Ayo Outtasite, Tomeka What are we doin' in these old clubs when we get these megaphones? [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka, Sir Mix-a-Lot] We can rock this bitch till the sun comes up We can bang this club all night all night We can drop this heat till the floorboards creak When the sun comes up we'll ride yeah [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka, Sir Mix-a-Lot] We can rock this bitch till the sun comes up We can bang this club all night yeah We can drop this heat till the floorboards creak When the sun comes up we'll ride [Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot] I give it up to the hole-in-the-wall clubs The six in the mornin' sun's up and yes, y'all clubs The wrong clubs for squares and song doves With hot, sweaty bodies dance naughty cause ima rock your hottie Be about it, strong game, and never doubt it You come and scout it, bitch you ain't in ours don't know about it The demo you wished for is 13 to 18 They love you ten minutes then they break the scene But imma stay in the grass roots and pitch ten cents I can chill in the back booth and sniff [?] scents I pull up in a black coupe with mack intents Went straight for the stack juice with dominant hints About thong-poppin' game-swappin' the skirt-hoppin' We ain't stoppin' this rockin' till the cops walk in Or the sun comes up, whichever comes first Cause we gon' rock this bitch till it hurts Bring it, 'Mek [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka, Sir Mix-a-Lot] We can rock this bitch till the sun comes up We can bang this club all night all night We can drop this heat till the floorboards creak yeah When the sun comes up we'll ride uh [Bridge: Tomeka] I can't say no, till the club shows And I never wanna see you go home Stand so close, everybody knows That you cannot lip-sync when a cat is in your face [Verse 2: Outtasite] Players spit game, drop a hard bargain But Outtasite, man, got modified jargon Pass me a dub, ask me whaddup I did the prime gigs to the trashiest clubs One pull the curtain, I'm fit to work it From the snoopiest joints to the Chitlin' Circuit Perfect, Outtasite on the fly tonight And imma hit the stage straight high as a kite (wooo) If you're coastin' on E, [?] When the sun come up and I retire the mic When I'm hidin' trite we ain't reached our peak Do it all again in 'bout three hours' sleep Let the lil kids do the show with the mall and book a hole in the wall When it's cold in the fall, check it [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka, Sir Mix-a-Lot] We can rock this bitch till the sun comes up We can bang this club all night We can drop this heat till the floorboards creak When the sun comes up we'll ride [Bridge: Tomeka] I can't say no, till the club shows And I never wanna see you go home Stand so close, everybody knows That you cannot lip-sync when a cat is in your face [Chorus: Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka, Sir Mix-a-Lot] We can rock this bitch till the sun comes up We can bang this club all night uh-huh We can drop this heat till the floorboards creak When the sun comes up we'll ride [Outro: Sir Mix-a-Lot, Sir Mix-a-Lot & Tomeka] [?] the spot till the sun comes up It don't stop all night Yeah, till the floorboards creak We'll ride Ain't no hollywood here, baby till the sun comes up 100% real, baby, yeah Uh-huh till the sun comes up During my hiatus I been watching these pop stars with microphones in they pocket lip-syncin', you know what I'm sayin'? Till the sun comes up I ain't hatin', but I like the $10 ticket, get me up close, you know what I'm sayin'? Till the sun comes up Y'all need to see what real is till the sun comes up