Sir Mix‐A‐Lot Take My Stash song lyrics
Sir Mix‐A‐Lot Take My Stash song lyrics
Huh
There's a black man livin' in a big house
(Big)
Three credit cards fulla fat clout
(Fat)
Fat ass garage holdin' nine cars
(Nine)
One of them Mack Daddy rap stars
(Rap)
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
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 swept
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
Straight left a nigga assed 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 pad
(Thick)
Checkin' out the goodies that Mix had
(Mix)
Trippin' off the things that I bought cash
(Bought)
Tryin' to send a brother up-state fast
(State)
Yep
(Yep)