Sir Mixalot - Put 'Em On The Gla** 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 bu*tons 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 pa** 'Cause she put 'em on the gla** (yeah) Put 'em on the gla** Put 'em on the gla**, girl Put 'em on the gla** 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' n***as on skids, jump out and straight crash 'Cause she put 'em on the gla** Put 'em on the gla** Put 'em on the gla**, girl Put 'em on the gla** 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 pa**enger window with Jergens You hit the gas I hit my drool Baby can I get with you? Rush the blood 'til the gla** 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, motherf**in' 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 pa** Slow down and put 'em on the gla** Put 'em on the gla** Put 'em on the gla**, girl Put 'em on the gla** Now shake them titties Shake 'em Put 'em on the gla** Put 'em on the gla**