Sir Mix-A-Lot

Sir Mix-A-Lot - Take My Stash lyrics

Huh!

There's a black man livin in a big (big) house

Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout

Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars

One of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) stars

Me, rollin in the AMG still

?Six slater? with the monochrome grille

Don't serve birds but I'm livin like a king

But the IRS got a thing for a brother like me

Uncle Sam wanna buy another missile (yep)

Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)

I made a few mil' and the auditors come

Sounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep)

Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep

Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept

But I'm back, the black dynamo's on track

I got jack for the big tax

Yep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm)

Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED OUT

Helicopters over my house (my house)

Takin pictures of a brother in his draws wit his thing out (uhh)

Livin the life of a suspected crook

Cause I never play the game by the book

If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass

Cause the IRS,

Is gonna take yo stash

Why you wanna take my stash?

Why you wan' take my stash?

Why you wanna take my stash?

D-O-T came to my house, tell me wassup

You wanna huff and puff and take a brother's stuff?

Then I saw the treasury badge -

This is bigger than One-Time, so I got mad

So what do ya got to say about me,

The M-I-X-A-L-O, T?

He starts scopin my house, havin his doubts

About a brother with street AND bank clout

His partner was writin on a thick (thick) pad

Checkin out the goodies that Mix (Mix) had

Trippin off the things that I bought (bought) cash

Tryin to send a brother up-state (state) fast

Yep (yep), livin on the edge, I swear

The government is tryin to keep a brother (brother) scared

Rappers wanna talk about, life's unfair?

Well I've seen the eyes of the big bad bear

TAXMAN COMIN, TAXMAN TAKIN

TAXMAN'S A PIMP, SO THE TAXMAN BREAKIN (yeah)

Ordered my books, now who's the real crooks?

On the streets, now I'm gettin funny looks ('sup fool?)

Everybody's thinkin I'm broke (broke)

Do I smoke (smoke), or am I sellin the coke?

Now I'm keepin my receipts for the gas,

Cause the IRS,

Is tryin to take my stash

Why you wanna take my stash?

Why you wan' take my stash?

Why you wanna take my stash?

But +I Checks My Bank+ so I paid 'em (yep)

They put a tap on my phone and I made 'em (mmm)

I paid 'em, two hundred and eighty-five G's

And now it's just a ninety-one fee (god damn)

I ain't tellin no lies, fool, 'cause I'm real with this

And muthafuckas can't deal with this

Some call me the sixty mil' man

And now I'm trippin off a uncle named Sam

But a mack just can't go bank (bank) rupt

Still payin well 'cause I make (make) cuts

Accountants on the regular, checkin my ends

Bought another fresh drop top (top) Benz

Yep yep yep, +Just Da Pimpin in Me+

Twenty G's on the block when I hit L.B.

Stashed a lil' bread in the ninety-three

Bill collectors don't see me, G!

In this fort, I'm the man with the miracle torque

To pull through all sorts of them tax ?odds?

In '94, I know I gotta think fast

Cause they'll be back, tryin to take my stash

(work too hard)

Why you wanna take my stash?

(work too hard)

Why you wan' take my stash?

(work too hard)

Break it on down!

Ha ha, bring it back!

Why you wanna take my stash?

Huh!

Why you wanna take my stash?

Why you wanna take my stash, fool? Yuh!

Why you wanna take my stash?

Why you wanna take my stash?

Why you wanna take my stash ... mista guv' nah?

Why you wanna take my staaaashhhh

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