| Song | Seminar |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Seminar |
| 作词 : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| Welcome to the seminar (go, go, go, go) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| To the Seminar (go, go, go, go) [x3] | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Sittin' at a table, lookin' like we Gods, we're dressed in white, for the rap so tight | |
| Serious men with the strength of ten, comin' through like animals lookin' for a fight | |
| Intelligent, packed, so inadequate, step back, Mix-A-Lot's here to inforce what's dope | |
| A brand new album, better than the last one, listen up close or you might get smoked | |
| Some say rap has become repititious, mixin' up beats of a old great jams | |
| Some hate me, some imitate me, but take me out, I'll be damned | |
| This album is a demonstration of various styles of a hip hop art | |
| I got paid, but I do it cause I love it, all enemies hush, let the seminar start | |
| (go, go, go, go) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| To the seminar (go, go, go, go) [x3] | |
| (The seminar) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Break it up, the rebel of rap is about to toss up with a brand new style | |
| Your host on the whole west coast rippin' up bedposts when I work that pile | |
| A meetin' of the minds to elevate hardcore, take it to a level where few have been | |
| You brag but your brain's like mush, hush learn somethin' my friend | |
| Seminar dope, smoke you cope, nope, ha I got 'em in the scope | |
| Scramble, run and hit 'em like Op, chope, goin' for the throat | |
| Rustle up revenue pack it in a gunny sack | |
| Settin' up a trap for a new snack pack [echo] | |
| A snack pack is a girl with the thickness, little in the middle, but she got much back | |
| Runnin' like a Rolex, stuck in the hype mode, track after track, keep it real for a fact | |
| I paid my posse unlike you boy, they all roll tough and they all stay strapped | |
| Get up in my face, shake my hand, saw you on the screen and your head got fat | |
| Forgot where your from, but I'll tell ya where you at | |
| Lip synchin', lyin' and about to get slapped | |
| Smoke some of this, suck it up then think | |
| If your group's not paid then you might get backstabbed | |
| You's a brother, but you actin' like another | |
| Who was tryin' to get rich, now he's workin' wit scabs | |
| I'm a genius, brains are the new thing, knowledge is in, and I'm pour somethin' wit it | |
| You attend my dope Seminar, and listen to the lyrics [echo], hit it | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Debonair your nightmare, don't stare down when I clear from Greenpuff Square | |
| Dare to squares, break 'em up into pears, yours boys got scared | |
| I bang, bang hardware | |
| Four four shoot 'em up, cock and pop pop | |
| Desert Eagle Magnum and it stops | |
| Waitin' for crime to roll and pick locks | |
| Mauseburg pump blasts, he got dropped | |
| That is the life of a 'Hip Hop Soldier', I'm hated in the hood so I gotta stay strapped | |
| Rollin' in a drop top SEC, cops stop, wanderin' why I'm heavily packed | |
| I'm legally armed and like dynamite I'm ready to blast on punks who play hard | |
| I love to love, but I can't so I ain't, silence [echo] drop the Seminar | |
| [breathing noises, and bell ringing] | |
| (Welcome to the Seminar) |
| zuò cí : Sir Mix A Lot ... | |
| Welcome to the seminar go, go, go, go | |
| Chorus | |
| To the Seminar go, go, go, go x3 | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Sittin' at a table, lookin' like we Gods, we' re dressed in white, for the rap so tight | |
| Serious men with the strength of ten, comin' through like animals lookin' for a fight | |
| Intelligent, packed, so inadequate, step back, MixALot' s here to inforce what' s dope | |
| A brand new album, better than the last one, listen up close or you might get smoked | |
| Some say rap has become repititious, mixin' up beats of a old great jams | |
| Some hate me, some imitate me, but take me out, I' ll be damned | |
| This album is a demonstration of various styles of a hip hop art | |
| I got paid, but I do it cause I love it, all enemies hush, let the seminar start | |
| go, go, go, go | |
| Chorus | |
| To the seminar go, go, go, go x3 | |
| The seminar | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Break it up, the rebel of rap is about to toss up with a brand new style | |
| Your host on the whole west coast rippin' up bedposts when I work that pile | |
| A meetin' of the minds to elevate hardcore, take it to a level where few have been | |
| You brag but your brain' s like mush, hush learn somethin' my friend | |
| Seminar dope, smoke you cope, nope, ha I got ' em in the scope | |
| Scramble, run and hit ' em like Op, chope, goin' for the throat | |
| Rustle up revenue pack it in a gunny sack | |
| Settin' up a trap for a new snack pack echo | |
| A snack pack is a girl with the thickness, little in the middle, but she got much back | |
| Runnin' like a Rolex, stuck in the hype mode, track after track, keep it real for a fact | |
| I paid my posse unlike you boy, they all roll tough and they all stay strapped | |
| Get up in my face, shake my hand, saw you on the screen and your head got fat | |
| Forgot where your from, but I' ll tell ya where you at | |
| Lip synchin', lyin' and about to get slapped | |
| Smoke some of this, suck it up then think | |
| If your group' s not paid then you might get backstabbed | |
| You' s a brother, but you actin' like another | |
| Who was tryin' to get rich, now he' s workin' wit scabs | |
| I' m a genius, brains are the new thing, knowledge is in, and I' m pour somethin' wit it | |
| You attend my dope Seminar, and listen to the lyrics echo, hit it | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Debonair your nightmare, don' t stare down when I clear from Greenpuff Square | |
| Dare to squares, break ' em up into pears, yours boys got scared | |
| I bang, bang hardware | |
| Four four shoot ' em up, cock and pop pop | |
| Desert Eagle Magnum and it stops | |
| Waitin' for crime to roll and pick locks | |
| Mauseburg pump blasts, he got dropped | |
| That is the life of a ' Hip Hop Soldier', I' m hated in the hood so I gotta stay strapped | |
| Rollin' in a drop top SEC, cops stop, wanderin' why I' m heavily packed | |
| I' m legally armed and like dynamite I' m ready to blast on punks who play hard | |
| I love to love, but I can' t so I ain' t, silence echo drop the Seminar | |
| breathing noises, and bell ringing | |
| Welcome to the Seminar |