Testarossa (Explicit)-Sir Mix-A-Lot

[ti:Testarossa] [ar:Sir Mix-A-Lot] [al:Mack Daddy] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Testarossa (Explicit) - Sir Mix-A-Lot [00:25.14]I＇m your Testarosa First gear [00:27.70]Watch me go keep ＇em in fear [00:30.01]Rumble young man rumble [00:31.14]Brother won＇t fumble muthafukas just crumble [00:33.38]Gaskets crank rappers get spank [00:35.07]Stripes get yank a superior rank [00:37.19]Won＇t stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar [00:40.43]But I＇m rolling the cartel＇s tolling [00:43.18]For the D＇s keep folding [00:44.61]Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb [00:46.61]By the jet black blur [00:47.98]Me the Testarosa running like it suppose ta [00:50.23]Don＇t try to get closer [00:51.60]Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust [00:52.87]Don＇t ever try to f**k wit＇ a boss [00:54.12] [00:55.64]High octane there ain＇t no ping [00:57.69]When I swing on a lyrical speed king [00:59.50]And that＇s just first gear listen for the upshift [01:01.76]Who can get wit＇ this [01:05.37] [01:06.53]Second gear look it here queer [01:10.16]I＇m in here hitting like spears [01:23.85]The rhyme cartel slings legalized d**e [01:25.18]Some cope others get (gunshot noises) [01:28.50]Lost on the boss it＇s finish is flawless [01:30.36]12 cylinders listen to the horses [01:31.80]It accelerates smooth [01:33.92]Move or else get move [01:35.61]Run for cover my brother suckers are getting smothered [01:37.16]I cutted you other smutters rammed in the gutter [01:38.91]My rep is kept muthafukas must step [01:40.73]The best get swept and let out to rest [01:42.78]Huuuu look at that air intake [01:44.54]Second gear passing fakes [01:46.47]Revolution per lyric get higher [01:48.15]How can I chill when my rhyme＇s on fire [01:50.34]As I approach the end of my tach [01:51.89]My lyrical horse power blows to the max [01:53.64]Red line is reached to the peak of my speech [01:55.45]And I told ya I＇m your Testarosa [01:57.57]Testarosa [01:57.76] [02:04.57]Gear number three get off the clutch and don＇t let ＇em up [02:15.43]Keep ＇em all down on these young bucks [02:16.68]Let ＇em know big boss is just a bit quicker [02:18.36]Get the picture [02:19.29]Backtalk tolerated none son [02:20.92]Left you at the gun when I hit gear one [02:22.98]Now I＇m in third and you think that＇s quick [02:25.72]Huh wait till I hit fifth [02:25.91]Me and my pack we keep plenty of snackpacks [02:28.16]You said fat now I＇m yo to the max [02:30.59]Want Mix-A-Lot for your next attack [02:31.65]Hey yo critical mass yea I got your gat [02:33.40]Two hundred sixty pounds of pure pain [02:35.40]Critical mass is my homeboy＇s name [02:37.52]My personal trainer taking weight gainer [02:38.77]Got the bulk to crush and contain ya [02:41.26]On the tach I＇m like a wind ax [02:43.32]Cutting up air like Boeings aircraft [02:44.51]Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya [02:47.38]I＇m your Testarosa [02:49.01] [03:02.97]Up to fourth gear the speed increase [03:04.79]Police got beef wit the word chief [03:06.90]Move or lose I excuse the wack dudes [03:08.84]You light my fuse and clear out or get used [03:11.21]I go 100 in a 55 [03:12.34]No need to lip synch I＇m straight out live [03:14.33]So I＇m rough lust who wanna be tough [03:16.21]You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider＇s stuff [03:17.33]Fake fools from around the way [03:19.45]Knowing damn well you ain＇t from LA [03:21.38]Ashamed where you come from son so you rattle [03:22.76]Like it or not I scream straight up Seattle [03:24.57]Rip up streets wit a lyrical sweet [03:26.75]Don＇t peep or creep or you lose your freak [03:28.74]The cam＇s growl engine loud [03:30.49]My tongue keep beating ＇em down [03:32.37]Rev it up get ready for fifth [03:34.11]Just hit ＇em wit a maximum dis [03:35.99]I roll ya fold ya mold ya I told ya I control ya [03:40.29]And I＇m your Testarosa [03:44.29]I＇m your Testarosa [03:56.26]Yo Punish show ＇em what time it is [04:12.05]Gear number five you＇re eyes get wide [04:14.30]So realize that I survive and I rhyme for mine [04:15.30]I rope the d**e and is he coming up nope [04:18.23]I ain＇t the joke so don＇t hope for my throat [04:20.41]There it is the whiz gets his [04:21.54]The word quiz is what it is and Mix don＇t give [04:23.47]Sight to the wack who act like Max [04:25.16]And try to jack a pop rap to hit the map [04:27.65]That ain＇t like me it ain＇t cool [04:29.66]To rob another fool them claim you rule [04:30.52]You boot but not me troops you like juice [04:32.33]So you hit the stage wearing my boots [04:34.77]Uh uh cupcake I ain＇t about to get R**e by fake [04:37.76]Just look at the tail light shrink and then think [04:40.14]How I left you pink in a lyrical kink [04:42.19]Time to drop to my gears and then stop [04:43.82]＇Cause I lock the box on them clowns that jock [04:45.75]Turbo cone is 230 up on ya [04:48.51]I＇m your Testarosa