Sir Mix-A-Lot

Take My Stash

歌词

There's a black man living in a big, (big) house
Three credit cards full of fat, (fat) clout
Fatass garage holding nine (nine) cars
One of them Mack Daddy rap, (rap) stars
Me, rolling in the AMG still
Six slater with the monochrome grill
Don't serve birds but I'm living like a king
But the IRS got a thing for a brotha' like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yup)
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 (yup)
Somebody hated that Mix-A-Lot rep
Straight-up snitch, trying to get Mix swept
But I'm back, the black dynamo's on track
I got Jack for the big tax, yup
They freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mm)
Straight left, a nigga assed out
Helicopters over my house (my house)
Takin' pictures of a brotha' in his draws wit' his thing out (uh)
Living the life of a suspected crook
'Cause I never play the game by the book
If you're living too large, ya better watch that ass
'Cause the IRS is gonna take yo' stash

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(you can't take my money, you can't take it)
Why you wanna take my stash?
(you can't take my money, you can't take it from me)
Why you wanna take my stash?
(you can't take my money, you can't take it)
Why you wanna take my stash?
(you can't take my money, you can't take it from me)

DOT came to my house
Tell me what's up, 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, having his doubts
About a brotha' with street and bank clout
His partner was writing on a thick, (thick) pad
Checking 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
Yup (yup), living on the edge, I swear
The government is tryin' to keep a brother (brother) scared
Rappers want to talk about, life's unfair?
Well I've seen the eyes of the big bad bear

Taxman coming, taxman taking
Taxman's a pimp, so the taxman breakin' (yeah)
Ordered my books, now who's the real crooks?
On the streets, now I'm getting funny looks ('sup fool?)
Everybody's thinkin' I'm broke (broke)
Do I smoke (smoke), or am I selling the coke?
Now I'm keeping my receipts for the gas
'Cause the IRS is tryna take my stash

But I checks my bank so I paid 'em (yup)
They put a tap on my phone and I made 'em (mm)
I paid 'em two hundred and eighty five G's
And now it's just a ninety one fee (god damn)
I ain't telling no lies, fool, 'cause I'm real with this
And muthafuckers can't deal with this
Some call me the Sixty Mil' Man
And now I'm trippin' off a uncle named Sam
But a mack just can't go bank, (bank) rupt
Still payin' well 'cause I make, (make) cuts
Accounts on the regular, checkin' my ends
Bought another fresh drop top, top Benz
Yup, yup, yup, just the pimpin' in me
Twenty G's on the block when I hit L.B
Stashed a lil' bread in the ninety three
Bill collectors don't see me, G

In this fort, I'm the man with the miracle torque
To pull through all sorts of them tax odds
In 94, I know I gotta think fast
'Cause they'll be back, tryna' take my stash

Why you wanna take my stash?
Now, why you wanna take my stash?
Why you wanna take my stash?
Break it on down

(you can't take my money, you can't take it)
(you can't take my money, you can't take it from me)
Ha-ha, bring it back
(you can't take my money, you can't take it)
Why you wanna take my stash?
(you can't take my money, you can't take it from me)
Uh
(you can't take my money, you can't take it)
Why you wanna take my stash?
(you can't take my money, you can't take it from me)
Why you wanna take my stash, fool? Yuh
Why you wanna take my stash?
(you can't take my money, you can't take it from me)
Why you wanna take my stash?
(you can't take my money, you can't take it)
Why you wanna take my stash mista guv' nah?
Why you want to take my stash?