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Chief Boot Knocka' - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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Chief boot knocker
Here I am chief boot knocker
Watch your skirt if you don't I got ya
Tibbity toe tibbity toe through the grass
Old scallous a** ni**a
With a pocket full of cash
Who that rollin in a Viper
Got much beef with the freeway sni-per
He wants me
Cause I bumped his girlfriend
Your suicidal tendencies are not my problem
Low life DOG chasin these skirts
Through the motherf**kin fog
I'm that black man with fourteen
Skirts in a black Scadan
A fool named Draws in a seven six Kirk
Parked at the bench
And left his girl on trays
Said get out the car b**ch
That's a mistake
Cause now I'm the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
I'm in a drop top
Benzo on three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
She turned to the left with the (pause)
'Mack Daddy' is back
And Charles is mad
Show Charles what I had
Some niggas is fine
And some smooth talkers
But they can't f**k with the chief
Boot knocker
And I here them sing
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my toma tom tomahawk
Scam scam devise another plan
Take another girl from a cryin a** man
Always askin her where she's been
She was rollin with me
From six through ten (yep)
Got home at ten thirty
You was smellin her neck
Tryin to see if she's dirty
You wanna beat her down
But you got no proof
Now you shootin buckshot
Through the roof (yep)
To much emotion somebody rub
This sissy boy down with lotion
And now your tellin her to stay home
But she can still
Call Mix on the telephone
And there you go slippin
You promised her another a** whippin
And you slap slap slap
Now you feelin kinda macho
I got game and I took your Benzo
What you gonna do with a cake
Boy's nightmare
Bought you a nine
But you still looked scared
AK-47 nope
I run a HK-91 with the Leopold scope
So eat that 308 fool
Actin like a joke but Big Mack's rule
You had to inject but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the chief boot knocker
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
I meet a girl named Gail
At a soul food restaurant
Big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
Tried to step to her in the hall
She said her ex-boyfriend plays pro football
But I hate quarterbacks
But I like throwback
On a young fine brown skin snackpack
She got a black SL
It was sittin on 19's lookin all swell
I really don't care about
Your boyfriend sweetness
Jealousy is every man's weakness
But I ain't no salt slinger
Just a gang slinger
And oh yes it's the bird banger
I followed Gail to the crib
Walked in straight trippin
Off a how the girl lives
Your man is a trick
And his game is whipped
I can pull you in a Benzo
And a broke down jeep
Take notes off the sh*t I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggas might jack ya
But the game came way
With the chief boot knocker
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
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