Sir Mix-A-Lot › Lyrics › Sleepin' Wit My Fonk

How can a brother like Mix get played on?
Used to get my fade on, now I'm sprayin' Raid on
Tryin' to keep my game buck proof
Salt-N-Pepa said, "Shoop", now my girl done cut loose

One down, too many more to go
But when did my game slip, bro?
'Cause I can't stand when a man reads my game plan
Took my number two girl, then ran

Uhh, now she got a brother named Dexter
In a drop-top, rollin' down Gessler
But I'm the biggest mack in this town
Lose one girl and muthafuckas wanna trip now

Feel me 'cause I'm about to get real, see
Mad suckas wanna get 'em up wit me
Get back 'cause I bought me a big gat
Now I got him on flat back

Back to the brother named Dexter
Feelin' kinda proud I betcha, but I won't let cha
Brag to the suckas in the hood though
When you's a black man lookin' like Fabio

So when my girl comes back
Tryin to get nasty 'n' make Dr. Richard get fat
Get me sprung, you wish you could
Now Mix gotta get wit Dexter's goods

(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
Don't funk with my fonk
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
That's a no no, partner
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
Mmm
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)

Mista Dexter is kinda feelin' like a hero
Watch Mix-a-Lot put him on zero
Hit the streets in my Benz
I'm lookin' for Dexter's girlfriend

If he got mine, I'm about to get his
'Cause that's the way it is in the mack biz
Dexter's girl said she was his wife
So now I gotta hit him with the mack knife

So I pulled up tough to get my mack on
Baby girl tryin' to show a little back bone
But it's all good when she's seen
That white 500 sittin' in the front

And get dressed, c'mon we gotta head west
You can tell Mix what you wanna do next
She said roll on down to the Edgewater Inn
Aw, Mix done, done it again

A gut check, operatin on the suspect
The object to make a girl's sex flex
Baby starts to squiggle 'n' squirm
And watch out, baby, 'cause it's my turn

Now I'm takin' baby back home
The rendezvous is straight on
'Cause this is the game that I'm playin
Now Dexter's 'bout to start sayin'

(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
Don't funk with my fonk
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
I done told ya, boy
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
Gotta watch it, Dexter!
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)

Now I'm feelin like a champ, bumpin' my amps
Rollin' wit a pocket full o' green stamps
Picked up the cellular, callin' my main thang
But the phone just rang

Uh oh, paranoia got me trippin'
Am I slippin' or is another brother spittin'?
Backtrackin' my game, I remember one loose end
Everybody's seen my Benz

Damn, now I'm pullin' on my goatee
Jealousy'll make my enemies snitch, see
Too many mack rhymes, too many mack lines
Now it seems I'm about to get mine

Walk into the crib, ah
Check in like Virgil Tibbs, ah
Lookin' up under the bed for evidence of Dexter
Wonderin', wonderin if'

(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
Don't funk with my fonk
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
I done told ya, boy
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
It's a step, partner
(Somebody been sleepin' wit my fonk)
Now walk it on down