| Song | Gortex |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Seminar |
| 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 |
| 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, ribtip | |
| 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 | |
| Bulletproof, steeltoed, 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 | |
| Wafflelike 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 | |
| Hollowpoint 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 | |
| Onetwo 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, ribtip | |
| Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck | |
| Punks on tip, call the boots, goretex |