Sir Mix-a-lot - Seminar lyrics

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Sir Mix-a-lot - Seminar lyrics

[breathing noises, bell ringing] Welcome to the seminar (go, go, go, go) [Chorus] To the Seminar (go, go, go, go) [x3] [Verse 1] Sittin' at a table, lookin' like we Gods, we're dressed in white, for the rap so tight Serious men with the strength of ten, comin' through like animals lookin' for a fight Intelligent, packed, so inadequate, step back, Mix-A-Lot's here to inforce what's dope A brand new album, better than the last one, listen up close or you might get smoked Some say rap has become repititious, mixin' up beats of a old great jams Some hate me, some imitate me, but take me out, I'll be damned This album is a demonstration of various styles of a hip hop art I got paid, but I do it cause I love it, all enemies hush, let the seminar start (go, go, go, go) [Chorus] To the seminar (go, go, go, go) [x3] (The seminar) [Verse 2] Break it up, the rebel of rap is about to toss up with a brand new style Your host on the whole west coast rippin' up bedposts when I work that pile A meetin' of the minds to elevate hardcore, take it to a level where few have been You brag but your brain's like mush, hush learn somethin' my friend Seminar dope, smoke you cope, nope, ha I got 'em in the scope Scramble, run and hit 'em like Op, chope, goin' for the throat Rustle up revenue pack it in a gunny sack Settin' up a trap for a new snack pack [echo] A snack pack is a girl with the thickness, little in the middle, but she got much back Runnin' like a Rolex, stuck in the hype mode, track after track, keep it real for a fact I paid my posse unlike you boy, they all roll tough and they all stay strapped Get up in my face, shake my hand, saw you on the screen and your head got fat Forgot where your from, but I'll tell ya where you at Lip synchin', lyin' and about to get slapped Smoke some of this, s** it up then think If your group's not paid then you might get backstabbed You's a brother, but you actin' like another Who was tryin' to get rich, now he's workin' wit scabs I'm a genius, brains are the new thing, knowledge is in, and I'm pour somethin' wit it You attend my dope Seminar, and listen to the lyrics [echo], hit it [Verse 3] Debonair your nightmare, don't stare down when I clear from Greenpuff Square Dare to squares, break 'em up into pears, yours boys got scared I bang, bang hardware Four four shoot 'em up, co*k and pop pop Desert Eagle Magnum and it stops Waitin' for crime to roll and pick locks Mauseburg pump blasts, he got dropped That is the life of a 'Hip Hop Soldier', I'm hated in the hood so I gotta stay strapped Rollin' in a drop top SEC, cops stop, wanderin' why I'm heavily packed I'm legally armed and like dynamite I'm ready to blast on punks who play hard I love to love, but I can't so I ain't, silence [echo] drop the Seminar [breathing noises, and bell ringing] (Welcome to the Seminar)

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