Letra Take my stash Sir Mix-A-Lot

Take my stash

Huh!
There's a black man livin in a big (big) house

Three credit cards fulla fat (fat) clout

Fatass garage holdin nine (nine) cars

One of them Mack Daddy rap (rap) stars

Me, rollin in the AMG still
'Six slater? with the monochrome grille
Don't serve birds but I'm livin like a king

But the IRS got a thing for a brother like me

Uncle Sam wanna buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil' and the auditors come

Sounds dumb, but this is how the phone got hung (yep)
Somebody hated that Mix-a-Lot rep

Straight-up snitch tryin to get Mix sw-ept

But I'm back, the black dynamo's on track

I got jack for the big tax

Yep, they freeze my accounts, put a lean on my house (mmm)
Straight left a nigga AAAAAASSED OUT
Helicopters over my house (my house)

Takin pictures of a brother in his draws wit his thing out (uhh)
Livin the life of a suspected crook

Cause I never play the game by the book

If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass

Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash


Why you wanna take my stash?

Why you wan' take my stash?

Why you wanna take my stash?

D-O-
T came to my house, tell me wassup

You wanna huff and puff and take a brother's stuff?

Then I saw the treasury badge -
This is bigger than One-Time, so I got mad

So what do ya got to say about me,

The M-I-X-A-L-O, Tà
He starts scopin my house, havin his doubts

About a brother with street AND bank clout

His partner was writin on a thick (thick) pad

Checkin out the goodies that Mix (Mix) had

Trippin off the things that I bought (bought) cash

Tryin to send a brother up-state (state) fast

Yep (yep