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    Sir Mix-A-Lot

    Chief Boot Knocka

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Текст песни Chief Boot Knocka
    Текст песни Chief Boot Knocka
    Chief boot knock
    Chief boot knocker
    (repeated - 4X)
    [Verse 1]
    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 ass nigga 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 motherfuckin 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 bitch, 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 (* 2 gunshots *)
    Show Charles what I had
    Some niggaz is fine and some smooth talkers
    But they can't fuck with the chief boot knocker
    [Break - Tomahawk Chop chant plays in the background]
    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
    [Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
    And I here them sing
    Chief boot knocker ..
    Chief boot knocker ..
    Chief boot knocker
    [Verse 2]
    Scam, scam devise another plan
    Take another girl from a cryin ass 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 ass whippin
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