Kid Sensation - Rippn' (Original Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Mix-A-Lot] I... Got a real fine freak with a real big bu*t She gets real ill when she hears my cuts Got two Cadillacs, one blue one gold Got straps on the back with a fresh set of Vogues Wheel in the back with a grill in the front 24-k strap on my trunk Got a big gold rope cold laying on my neck Got my freak in my arm cold kicking on set Never get ill cause I'm too damn swa** Got a funky Trans-Am with a dual exhaust T-town is live but Seattle is my home Hood ornament is gold cause I don't like chrome That's rippn' [Verse 2: Kid Sensation] I'm... Chillin' never illin' in the place to be Down with m-i-x-a-l-o-t On the west coast driving big Cadillacs Snow white paint job with the wheel in the back s**as [?] cause they cannot hang But you got to have a brain in the computerized game You're getting jealous cause your girl wants to play my song You know you want to hear it, put the record back on That's rippn' (Here in my car) Rolling down the avenue (Here in my car) Picking up points (Here in my car) Rolling in the Nissan (Here in my car) Kicking my beats (Here in my car) Wheel in the back (Here in my car) Grill in the front (Here in my car) Big Cadillac (Here in my car) Ba** in the back [Verse 3: Sir Mix-A-Lot] I'm... I'm a real estate investor, hardcore dresser Money counting brother and I hate polyester Walking in my Gore-Tex steppin on [?] Steel toed boots hate to do it like that Cruise Broadway on my cellular phone Spend a hundred thousand dollars on my number two home Dog in the front yard, fence in the back Ex-girl getting mad cause my paycheck's fat That's rippn' [Verse 4: Kid Sensation] Rolling in my IROC kicking my beat With my girl by my side looking oh so sweet Gore-Tex on my feet, gold rope for my neck Cold carry cash and I never write checks Bankroll so big I can hardly hold it You once had a dream that your grandma stole it Punched her in the eye took my bank back You ever wonder why I'm like that Cause I'm rippn' [Verse 5: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Yeah... You like this beat but it's time to change Not gonna get ill but I'm gonna get strange Push your partner throw 'em in the aisle Gonna kick it live with the square dance style I'm a ripping motherf**er that's my last name When I pull tip freaks go insane Benz on the left with a Caddy on the right Gore-Tex in effect with my freaks tonight s**er on tip tried to get up in my face Steel-toed rambo put the s**er in his place Seven days a week I'm on vacation Let's get live with the Kid Sensation Ichi Ni San Shi (X4) [Verse 6: Kid Sensation] Now... It's time to get illin' just one more time Kid Sensation with a hardcore rhyme Freaks on my tip cause my muscles are rip Keep the girlies coming with my bullwhip All s**er DJ's I will swat Cold ill hip-hoppin' with Mix-A-Lot I rock this [poem?] and the girls are sprung Cause I'm ripping that [scale?] seventeen years young That's rippn' [Verse 7: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Rolling down the avenue picking up points I like to count bank but I don't roll joints I'm a hardcore b-boy sitting on a throne Always hanging on the ave, cold grabbing that bone Girlies in Cal like to feel my beat Great big Gore-Tex get more freaks Some s**er MC's say they can't feel it But I bet you'd be happy if I let you steal it That's rippn' [Verse 8: Kid Sensation] Freaks get your hands high in the air The big ba** drum gonna press your hair We're ripping hip-hoppers on the hip-hop set Saying rhyme after rhyme and still don't sweat Paralyzing perpetrators, punching out punks Got a funky sound that's a sure slam dunk Funky fresh dressing never faking like a faker Ripping it [awake?] is the real big [maker?] [Verse 9: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Our boots hit the ground all MC's scatter Cement cracks, all windows shatter Call my home-B ready to flatter Don't get wild or you'll get splattered