Let It Beaounce Songtext
von Sir Mix‐A‐Lot

I love it when ya bounce, bounce, bounce
Shakin′ the top, shakin' the bottom
Can I pounce, pounce, pounce?
Chasin′ the boots and then I done got 'em
Can I go, go, go?
As soon as you thinkin' I′m done, I′m takin' it slow, slow, slow


The butt-man′s back puttin' mauls on the mud-duct
Stab, stab, stab, Mitsubishis eat dust
Steppin′ on the way to a club
They had a big butt contest so I know I got pub'
Smooth, stroll, step into the club, I got mo-dough
Some jealous brothers got beef, though got fourteen mamas on my hip
So, don′t do it bro
Five hundred dollars to the skirt wit' the most bounce
Mix-A-Lot is judgin' so they let it all out
Wet T-shirts, itty-bitty skirts
All my homies straight puttin′ in work (much work)
I call it sexy, some call it sexist
Can′t tell a lie, Mr. Richard is restless
Pump, pump, pump, now they got me on skips
The girly in the purple on the right is on hip

She got a body but she can't dance a ounce
To hell with ya dance moves, girl

Just let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)


So, baby in the purple got paid
Now she′s sittin' in my car so it′s time to check the age
Baby girl's age is the same as her waist
Deuce for my taste (mm)
Thick soul sista′ wit the dookie braids
Fine young princess flamin' wit' the self made boss
I paid the cost so I′m the big hoss
When the skirts start to bounce, I′m lost
Crazy 'bout thickness, I get ′em with the quickness
My game is straight laced, no slickness
Witness the system pimp, never been simp
Other wannabes is just slim
A thick rump, will make a nasty dog wanna straight hump
And if you make it bounce, I'ma act drunk
And chase it all around until I bump, bump, no fronts in the grunts
A little mistake, she got into my car now the shirt shakes
I′m hittin' potholes like earth-quakes
Nothin ′bout the game is fake cake or Jake

You can bounce ya sixty-four
But it can't hang with a hottie gettin' wild on the dance floor
And if ya can′t make Soul Train, girl, don′t pout
Bring it to me, baby

And let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce, baby (shake, shake it, mama, shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)

I've been checkin′ out you other rappers videos
Never lookin' at the rapper, just a hottie in the skippy clothes
And I gotta admit this Mix-A-Lot′ll zooma-zoom-zoom
These skirts wit' the quickness
All y′all's girls is fly so I'ma give ya props
Look at them girls in the Daisy Dukes pop!
Shake that thang like a salt shaker
Indecent proposal from the bank maker
Doo-doo brown can make the girls in my group get down
They couldn′t sit down, so let that booty bounce around
And they′ll throw it in yo' face, checkin yo′ manhood
Ya wanna touch it if ya only could
The smooth skin, on top of that, the booty is boomin'
Shakin′ like a leaf to keep it movin'
You disagree wit′ me, then where have you been? Livin' on the end?
Sis-boom-bah, I'm lovin′ to watch the body of a soul-sista′
They're shakin′ they booties and makin' ′em bounce
To ooh-la-la, tryin' to get deep in they panties is the mack papa
Change up, ah

I′m the one to come undone and get all sprung
When her butt swung, I'm gettin' high strung
And all the strike a pose Vogue, miss girl, get out

Just let it bounce, bounce
Let it bounce, bounce
Let it bounce, bounce
Let it bounce, bounce

Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake-shake, shake it, mama)
Let it bounce (shake, shake it, mama, shake, shake-shake it, mama)