Gortex Lyrics by Sir Mix-a-lot

Gortex Lyrics

    Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme
    Big goretex, crushed down, two time
    Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown
    Emerald city posse, gonna take this town
    Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
    Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
    Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
    Punks on tip, call the boots, goretex

    Laugh if you want, but you might get crushed
    Walk through the dangerous hilltop brush
    Bullet-proof, steel-toed, down to kick butt
    Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts
    One twenty five was the price tag on 'em
    Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em
    Style is a must, but the style is rough
    China beach boots couldn't crush more stuff
    Strap 'em down, lace 'em up, get in the bucket
    Reach for the tongue, pull it out, then tuck it
    Ten pound boots could destruct all comers
    My whole posse wears them fort lewis runners

    Death to a white pair of nikes - sound effect
    Kickin' over big motor bikes - sound effect
    Steppin' over puddles in the hood - sound effect
    Girls laugh, but you know they look good - sound effect
    Waffle-like prints in the snow - sound effect
    Pulverize punks when we throw - sound effect
    Salute to the group in the booths - sound effect
    Bow, and we kick you in the snoot - goretex

    Hollow-point nine, to the boots, ricochet
    Leavin' mud prints when i romp in the rain
    Draw black scars on the new gym floor
    Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores
    This is it baby, big shiny black boots
    Runnin' over punks like iranian troops
    Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck
    Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck
    In your butt, 'cause you wanted to box
    One-two punch and the goretex drops
    On your toe, your brother got caught
    By goretex boots from the goretex shop

    Git it!

    Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme
    Big goretex, crushed down, two time
    Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown
    Emerald city posse, gonna take this town
    Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib
    Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip
    Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck
    Punks on tip, call the boots, goretex

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