Sir Mix A Lot Lyrics - Chief Boot Knocka lyrics

Chief Boot Knocka lyrics (Lyrics)

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Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
[repeated x4]

[Verse 1]
Here I am chief boot knocker
Watch your skirt, if you dont I got ya
Tibbity toe, tibbity toe through the grass
Old scallous ass nigga with a pocket full of cash
Who that? rollin in a Viper
Got much beef with the freeway sni-per
He wants me cause I bumped his girlfriend
Your suicidal tendencies are not my problem
Low life DOG, chasin these skirts through the motherfuckin fog
Im that, black man with fourteen skirts in a black Scadan
A fool named Draws in a seven six Kirk
Parked at the bench and left his girl on trays
Said get out the car bitch, thats a mistake
cause now Im the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
Im in a drop top Benzo on three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
She turned to the left with the [pause]
Mack Daddy is back and Charles is mad [2 gunshots]
Show Charles what I had
Some niggaz is fin e and some smooth talkers
But they cant fuck with the chief boot knocker

[Break: Tomahawk Chop chant plays in the background]
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my toma, tom, tomahawk

[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
And I here them sing
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker

[Verse 2]
Scam, scam devise another plan
Take another girl from a cryin ass man
Always askin her where shes been
She was rollin with me from six through ten (yep)
Got home at ten thirty
You was smellin her neck, tryin to see if shes dirty
You wanna beat her down, but you got no proof
Now you shootin buckshot through the roof (yep)
To much emotion, somebody rub this sissy boy down with lotion
And now your tellin her to stay home
But she can still call Mix on the telephone
And there you g o, slippin
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You promised her another ass whippin
And you slap, slap, slap, now you feelin kinda macho
+I Got Game+ and I took your Benzo
What you gonna do with a cake boys nightmare
Bought you a nine but you still looked scared
AK-47? nope
I run a HK-91 with the Leopold scope
So eat that 308, fool
Actin like a joke but Big Macks rule
You had to inject but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the chief boot knocker

[Break: Tomahawk Chop chant plays in the background]
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk

[Verse 3]
I meet a girl named Gail at a soul food restaurant
Big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
Tried to step to her in the hall
She said her ex-boyfriend plays pro football
But I hate quarterbacks, but I like throwback
on a young, fine brown skin snackpack
She got a black SL, it was sittin on 19s lookin all swell
I really dont care about your boyfriend sweetness
Jealousy is every mans weakness
But I aint no salt slinger, just a gang slinger
And oh yes its the bird banger
I followed Gail to the crib
Walked in straight trippin off a how the girl lives
Your man is a trick and his game is whipped
I can pull you in a Benzo and a broke down jeep
Take notes off the shit I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggaz might jack ya
But the game came way with the chief boot knocker

[Break: Tomahawk Chop chant plays in the background]
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk
Heres my tomahawk

[Sir Mix-A-Lot: talking over Break]
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Ch, chief boot knocker

[chants of chief boot knocker and Tomahawk Chop chant, continue until fade]