[Sir Mix-A-Lot]

Tell y'all what I'm rollin



There's something about my Benzo with tinted windows

It's kinda slick, how I'm made for bimbos

Cruisin down the street with this gip on my hood

I'm gettin points like a Benzo should

I said "yo skees you lookin for the flesh

You wanna ride, better dust off your dress"

I ain't dissin you .. skees

But my Benzo's the ultimate tease

Walk into the Spectrum, some suckers wanna kick my rectum

Got up in my face, tellin me I was deaf

I slapped the boy cause he had bad breaf

Looked down had his rope I saw VNLW

What you tryin do, you dumb brother you

Call yourself a baller in a Volkswagen

You better hush homes and squash that braggin



[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Ron)]

(Yo what's up Mix, I got a Benzo too)

(Could I say something?)

There's something about my Benzo

(Haha, yeah)

(Let's roll on top of these girlies)

(You know what's up)

(Mind if I be broke but ..)



[Sir Mix-A-Lot (Ron)]

Shut up Ron, it's the way I gotta do this

You on my tip boy, like Popeye on Brutus

Don't worry home cut I'm still chill

Just kinda twisted off a Benzo peel (ok)

Four door, I likes mine bigger (really)

I stay strapped for them Buffalo niggaz (me too)

(*voice with accent*) "Get these seats man there good though"

I ain't no pimp but I'm "Bad to the Bone"

Cellular phone in the middle

So many buttons on my dash, it's a riddle

Rollin up to Ave., I'm chillin

Grill's dirty from the birds I'm killin (Got 'em)

Girls please step back don't touch this

The kinda car jack artist don't mess with

Yes, my rollouts in effect

It's time to go, too many skirts want sex



[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot (Ron)]

(That's what I'm sayin)

[laughing noises]

There's something about my Benzo

(Oh yeah, that's right, sing it Mix, sing it)



[Sir Mix-A-Lot]

Bought it in Miami, rode it to Cali

Hit 150, through the Fernando Valley

AMG down with the big gold grill

Tack jumps when it's time to get ill

15-inch woofers, boom in the trunk

"Posse on Broadway" for maximum bump

Cruise like Deletho, playin my rhyme

Rewind the tape kid, that's the wrong line

Back to the car, automatic on the floor

Points with the skirts bought a Benzo, scores

Whole gold shot, that includes gold mirrors

The wipers on my lights make the word a bit clearer

Whip, dip, munchin barbeque chips

Honkin at pimps at these flip for the tip

Roll up on baby I said "aight, a-a aight"

Some old player riffin of big old players day

Baby dropped her vanity workin that makeup

Wavin at her friends, thinkin she's a taker

But I let it slide

You use me for the ride, I use you for the high

You know whats up, that's the way the game rolls

Use me I use you, and so the story goes

Ho pimpin on pimpin, the chant the homies scream

Bring them skirts to the Benzo king



[Break: Sir Mix-A-Lot]

A ha haha, yeah

Just something about my Benzo



[Sir Mix-A-Lot]

Not just one, I got three

I collect 'em you see

SEL, a 190, and a SEC

I ain't no dope man Mr. Lolly jump on TV tryin to diss

Brothers like you hate to see black success when it's legit

But it's real, check the latest Vibe

Sixteen nahs, and the reader make it five

CD, cassette, big amps make it rock

Turn that AC off girl it's a drop top

SEC, hog of hogs

Hit the funky street lights when I'm rollin in the fog

Cruisin at a 100 when I spotted this car

It was a trap .. they call it radar

State Trooper in a 5.0

Will he catch my SEC, now you know

Gunnin 130 on the outskirts of Seattle

Ha, that's the end of that battle



[Outro: Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]

Yeah, I wanna say what's up to all you brothers rollin in Benzos

Eazy-E, Ice-T, Tone Loc

Word, there's something about my Benzo, peace