Sir Mix-a-Lot

Sir Mix-a-Lot - Gortex 2 lyrics

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Big Goretex  crushed down  two time
 Rumble in the street  neighborhood shakedown
 Emerald City posse  gonna take this town
 Suckers gettin' mad  swift kick  broke rib
 Serve it in a dish  name it up  rib tip
 Metal in the front  big stomp  crush neck
 Punks on tip  call the boots  GoreTex

 Laugh if you want  but you might get crushed
 Walk through the dangerous Hilltop brush
 Bullet-proof, steel-toed, down to kick butt
 Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts
 One twenty five was the price tag on 'em
 Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em
 Style is a must, but the style is rough
 China Beach boots couldn't crush more stuff
 Strap 'em down, lace 'em up, get in the bucket
 Reach for the tongue, pull it out, then tuck it
 Ten pound boots could destruct all comers
 My whole posse wears them Fort Lewis runners

 Death to a white pair of nikes - sound effect
 Kickin' over big motor bikes - sound effect
 Steppin' over puddles in the hood - sound effect
 Girls laugh, but you know they look good - sound effect
 Waffle-like prints in the snow - sound effect
 Pulverize punks when we throw - sound effect
 Salute to the group in the booths - sound effect
 Bow, and we kick you in the snoot - GoreTex

 Hollow-point nine, to the boots, ricochet
 Leavin' mud prints when I romp in the rain
 Draw black scars on the new gym floor
 Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores
 This is it baby, big shiny black boots
 Runnin' over punks like Iranian troops
 Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck
 Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck
 In your butt, 'cause you wanted to box
 One-two punch and the GoreTex drops
 On your toe, your brother got caught
 By GoreTex boots from the GoreTex shop

 Git it!

 Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme
 Big Goretex, crushed down, two time
 Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown
 Emerald City posse, gonna take this town
 Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
 Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
 Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
 Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex
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