If I stays real bout my game,
yo brother can I say
If you want to
I wanna show it back to my
G -Strain, baby can I say
If you want to
If I wanna float my style, brother can I say
If you want to
I wanna keep my ass on the
DL, baby can I say
If you want to
1976, big hair, small pants,
everybody did the bump dance, and little chants.
Guy
Sheikys and big afros,
and heatwave playing on your stereos.
But what about them polyester three -piece suits,
seamless with their platform boots?
Mr.
Pimp
Daddy in a photo hog,
had to grab your crotch because your pants was tight,
But squeezin' my balls ain't cool,
I ain't got kids, so I need my tools
No more mix -a -lot shoppin'
at the mall
Cause they pushin'
Ben
Davis at the swap meet, y 'all
And now my
Disney 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 shoot, cause when you
sag, you can't run fast
And my drawers has gots
to stay clean, fella
Cause when you sag, they often seen, wella
I don't know about your clients
and your tag shows
Your girl might jot,
but your dick is like crushed poke
Because your pants is too tight, genius
Your shirt's tucked in,
you wanna smother your penis
But I got room to breathe,
keepin' my hand and knees
Oh, saggin' ass khakis
If I stays real, but my game,
yo, brother, can I sag?
If you want to
If I wanna show a kiss in 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
The
Saga make it stagger with a
big boss swag
Lean to the left, pose like a true man
And parents in the suburbs trip
Cause they kids got they 501's
drooping off they hips
In the burbs it's a style thing
But for me it's a thing about
my dangling hang
Dab a fly unzip, cool breeze 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 hood naggin'
But you don't talk that shit when
your plumber be saggin'
So
I'ma go on and strut my
black but ton
Keep my
BVDs in your face, so what's up?
Got room for my 4x4, that's an ego
It's not illegal,
so don't try to be no hero
Because you don't like my looks
You call me a crook,
but your pants is in your nook -nook
So when I'm watchin' my truck,
I bend over
You get closer, sniff, now that's crack
If I stay real by my game,
yo, brother, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna short cut on my
G -State, baby, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna blow my style, brother, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna keep a
F on my
D -A, baby, can I say?
If you want to
Crease beyond belief, it's yo chief
Boom, knocka, suckas'll mock ya,
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 bizzare to my nizzlex and what's up young boy,
this shit don't sag tough
I'm dupin' like a baller
as I dismiss punks
When my mom comes around,
I pull him up , I can't front
The bourgeois girls can't take the way I hang loose,
fuck up tight in the fake
But my mail is long and my
game is strong, so I play
Mr.
Prep, get your sag on
And when I walk,
I can feel things swangin'
Played out cops still claim
in' I'm slangin'
My t -shirt's a triple
X, a straight lace back
My past proofs saggin' tough with my
Gore -Tex
If I stay real by my game,
yo, brother, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna show off my
G -string, baby, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna blow my style, brother, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna keep my ass on the
DL, baby, can I say?
If you want to
Oh damn
Bye
Sir Mix-a-lot 
