Take My Stash-Sir Mix-A-Lot

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 ni**a 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 a** 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