[Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings]
If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to)
[Verse 1: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1976 big hair small pants everybody did the bump dance and little (ooh ooh) chance
Got cheekies and big afros and heatwave playing on your stereos
But what about them polyester three piece suits seamless with the platform boots
Mr. pimp daddy in the four-door hog got to grab your crotch because your pants was tight though
But squeezing my balls ain’t cool, I ain’t got kids so I need my tools
No mo' Mix-A-Lot shoppin' at the mall ‘cause they pushin’ Ben Davis at the spot meet y'all
And now my business got space, to sit in the right place and swell on a freak's face
But don’t try to give chase when I gotta stash I gotta shoo ‘cause when you sag you can’t run fast, huh
And my drawls has gots to stay clean fella, 'cause when you sag they often seen wella
I don’t know 'bout yo’ Kleins and yo' tight shorts your girl might jock but your dick is like crushed poke
Because your pants is too tight genius, your shirts tucked in, you wanna smother your penis
But I got room to breathe keep in my hands and knees, oh saggin' ass khakis
[Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings]
If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to)
[Verse 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
The saggin' make ‘em stagger with the big boss swagger
Lean to the left, pose like a true macker
And parents in the suburbs trips 'cause they kids got them 501’s droopin’ off their hips
In the ‘burbs its a style thing, but for me it’s a thing about my dangalang hang
Got my fly unzipped, cool burns on my tip, so the hell with the snug fit let the pants slip
Kinda sloppy plus the cops wanna stop me and drop me because my pants hang and I’m cocky
Stereotypes got my whole whole hood naggin’, but you don’t talk that shit when yo' plumber be saggin'
So imma gone and struck my black butt and keep my BBD’s in yo face so what’s up
Got room for my 4 by 4 desert eagle, its not illegal, so don’t try to be no hero
Because you don’t like my look, you call me a crook but yo' pants is in yo' nook nook
So when I’m washing my truck I bend over, you get closer, sniff now that’s crack
[Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings]
If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to)
[Verse 3: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Creased beyond belief its yo' chief boot knocka sucka’s be knockin' but they can't stop ya
But I don’t sag ‘cause I’m cool I got a gut so I gotta give it room fool
So ease my bizzel to my nizzuts so what’s up young boy yo shit don’t sag
I’m droopin’ like the baller as I dismiss punks, when my mom comes around I pull ‘em up I can’t front
The bourgeois girls can’t take, the way I hang, loose fucked up tight, and fake
But my male is long and my game is strong so why play mr prep, get yo’ sag on
And when I walk I can feel things swangin', play it out cops, still claiming I’m slangin'
My tshirts a triple x, a straight laced vet my pants droop saggin' tough with my gortex
[Chorus: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Michele Jennings]
If I stays real bout' my game yo brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna show the tip of my g-string baby can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna flow my style brother can I sag? (If you want to)
If I wanna keep an ass on the DL baby can I sag? (If you want to)
