Sir Mix‐A‐Lot - Put 'em on the Glass Lyrics

(C'mon now")

Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin' in Diablos
Hittin' the hard rock, to finish my work spot
I'm lookin' for females to cop (yeah)
You thinkin' past me, I'm rollin' up a five point O like pimps on ho, G
And I'm sittin' in third, I'm never on swerve, to the right I merge
Now I'm patrollin' and I'm lookin' for a skirt, this thing I'm holin
I still got game ain't a damn thing change
I spot ten V's in the left lane
Eye contact is on, I'm rollin down windows pointin at thongs
And she's poppin' them buttons and yankin that blouse
Girl let it all out!
And that's what she did, baby ain't no kid
36 D's a make a man skid
I'm puttin' in work on the freeway pass
'Cause she put 'em on the glass (yeah)

Put 'em on the glass
Put 'em on the glass, girl
Put 'em on the glass

Yes he's kinky, weenie and jinky
Got fresh rock on his pinkie
He gets paid to stay laid
My copycats fade, evade to unpaid who's stay played
Girls when I'm on the freeway
Cats jumpin' in, givin' me leeway
And then drop them things on the dash
This Porsche is quick so don't try to run fast
At speed I got a need to see you breathe
And proceed with the kinky tease
Indecent exposure can't hold ya, it's makin' you bolder
'Cause baby is a Mix-A-Lot soldier
But lusting is on balls
Everybody's beggin' to get into your draws
What's makin' you hit brown?
"Baby Got Back" or (shake it up and down)
You can follow me home 'cause this bone is on full blown
Straight growin' all night long
I like my females nasty
Never try to drive straight past me
Just get in the left lane and show me your insane
And fill up the window with fangs
Puttin' niggas on skids, jump out and straight crash
'Cause she put 'em on the glass

Put 'em on the glass
Put 'em on the glass, girl
Put 'em on the glass

How many times will you play this
Before your ban this, I heard Mix so I can't stand this
But I got a family, lovin' this scandalous rap
Guess who I got layin' on the canvas
D-R-R-I-C-H-A-R-D
Hard from the three way party
Baby them things is workin'
Fillin' up the passenger window with Jergens
You hit the gas I hit my drool
Baby can I get with you?
Rush the blood 'til the glass gets dressed
Obsessed with the ways you express yourself
Some say I only rap about wealth
But baby can I talk about your health?
Lungs, lungs, motherfuckin' lungs
Get a brother oh so strung
I'm lovin' this window draftin'
The whole right lane is draftin'
Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly
B double O B S, straight sittin' in the window
I'd rather kiss them than indo
And if you see me on the freeway, baby don't pass
Slow down and put 'em on the glass

Put 'em on the glass
Put 'em on the glass, girl
Put 'em on the glass
Now shake them titties
Shake 'em
Put 'em on the glass
Put 'em on the glass