Chief Boot KnockaSir Mix-a-Lot

Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
(repeated - 4X)

[Verse 1]
Here I am Chief Boot Knocka
Watch yo' skirt, if you don't I got ya
Tippity toe, tippity toe through the grass
Old scandalous ass nigga with a pocket full of cash
Who dat? 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
I'm that, black man with fourteen skirts in a black Scadan
A fool named Charles in a 7-6 Cut
Parked at the bench and left his girl on chuck
He said get out the car bitch, that's a mistake
Cause now I'm on the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
I'm in a drop top Benzo on three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
She turned to the left with the (oooooh shit!)
"Mack Daddy" is back and Charles is mad (* 2 gunshots *)
Show Charles what I had
Some niggas is fine and some smooth talkers
But they can't fuck with the Chief Boot Knocka

[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my toma, tom, tomahawk

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

[Verse 2]
Scam, scam devise another plan
Take another girl from a cryin ass man
Always askin her where she's been
She was rollin with me from six through ten (yep)
Got home at ten-thirty
You were smellin her neck, tryin to see if she's 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 go, slippin
You promised her another ass whippin
And you slap, slap, slap, now you feelin kinda macho
+I Got Game+ and I took your thing so
What you gonna do with a cake boy's 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 jake but Big Macks rule
You har her in check but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the Chief Boot Knocka

[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's 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 (SL), it was sittin on 19's lookin all swell
I really don't care about your boyfriend sweetness
Jealousy is every man's weakness
But I ain't no salt slinger, just a game slinger
And oh yes it's 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 weak
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 niggas might jock ya
But the game came way with the Chief Boot Knocka

[Break - "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk

[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
Chief Boot Knocka
Chief Boot Knocka
Chief Boot Knocka
Ch, Chief Boot Knocka

(*chants of "Chief Boot Knocka" and "Tomahawk Chop" chant, continue until fade*)