Sir Mix-A-Lot - Chief Boot Knocka Lyrics
Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
[repeated x4]
[Verse 1]
Here I am chief boot knocker
Watch your skirt, if you don't I got ya
Tibbity toe, tibbity toe through the grass
Old scallous ass nigga with a pocket full of cash
Who that? rollin in a Viper
Got much beef with the freeway sni-per
He wants me cause I bumped his girlfriend
Your suicidal tendencies are not my problem
Low life DOG, chasin these skirts through the motherfuckin fog
I'm that, black man with fourteen skirts in a black Scadan
A fool named Draws in a seven six Kirk
Parked at the bench and left his girl on trays
Said get out the car bitch, that's a mistake
cause now I'm the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
I'm in a drop top Benzo on three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
She turned to the left with the [pause]
"Mack Daddy" is back and Charles is mad [2 gunshots]
Show Charles what I had
Some niggaz is fine and some smooth talkers
But they can't fuck with the chief boot knocker
[Break: "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my toma, tom, tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
And I here them sing
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker
[Verse 2]
Scam, scam devise another plan
Take another girl from a cryin ass man
Always askin her where she's been
She was rollin with me from six through ten (yep)
Got home at ten thirty
You was smellin her neck, tryin to see if she's dirty
You wanna beat her down, but you got no proof
Now you shootin buckshot through the roof (yep)
To much emotion, somebody rub this sissy boy down with lotion
And now your tellin her to stay home
But she can still call Mix on the telephone
And there you go, slippin
You promised her another ass whippin
And you slap, slap, slap, now you feelin kinda macho
+I Got Game+ and I took your Benzo
What you gonna do with a cake boy's nightmare
Bought you a nine but you still looked scared
AK-47? nope
I run a HK-91 with the Leopold scope
So eat that 308, fool
Actin like a joke but Big Mack's rule
You had to inject but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the chief boot knocker
[Break: "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Verse 3]
I meet a girl named Gail at a soul food restaurant
Big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
Tried to step to her in the hall
She said her ex-boyfriend plays pro football
But I hate quarterbacks, but I like throwback
on a young, fine brown skin snackpack
She got a black SL, it was sittin on 19's lookin all swell
I really don't care about your boyfriend sweetness
Jealousy is every man's weakness
But I ain't no salt slinger, just a gang slinger
And oh yes it's the bird banger
I followed Gail to the crib
Walked in straight trippin off a how the girl lives
Your man is a trick and his game is whipped
I can pull you in a Benzo and a broke down jeep
Take notes off the shit I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggaz might jack ya
But the game came way with the chief boot knocker
[Break: "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot: talking over Break]
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Ch, chief boot knocker
[chants of "chief boot knocker" and "Tomahawk Chop" chant, continue until fade]
Chief boot knocker
[repeated x4]
[Verse 1]
Here I am chief boot knocker
Watch your skirt, if you don't I got ya
Tibbity toe, tibbity toe through the grass
Old scallous ass nigga with a pocket full of cash
Who that? rollin in a Viper
Got much beef with the freeway sni-per
He wants me cause I bumped his girlfriend
Your suicidal tendencies are not my problem
Low life DOG, chasin these skirts through the motherfuckin fog
I'm that, black man with fourteen skirts in a black Scadan
A fool named Draws in a seven six Kirk
Parked at the bench and left his girl on trays
Said get out the car bitch, that's a mistake
cause now I'm the beach with a rake
The whole beach is smellin like indo
I'm in a drop top Benzo on three piece rimzos
Cranked up the bass just a little bit
She turned to the left with the [pause]
"Mack Daddy" is back and Charles is mad [2 gunshots]
Show Charles what I had
Some niggaz is fine and some smooth talkers
But they can't fuck with the chief boot knocker
[Break: "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my toma, tom, tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking over Break]
And I here them sing
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker ..
Chief boot knocker
[Verse 2]
Scam, scam devise another plan
Take another girl from a cryin ass man
Always askin her where she's been
She was rollin with me from six through ten (yep)
Got home at ten thirty
You was smellin her neck, tryin to see if she's dirty
You wanna beat her down, but you got no proof
Now you shootin buckshot through the roof (yep)
To much emotion, somebody rub this sissy boy down with lotion
And now your tellin her to stay home
But she can still call Mix on the telephone
And there you go, slippin
You promised her another ass whippin
And you slap, slap, slap, now you feelin kinda macho
+I Got Game+ and I took your Benzo
What you gonna do with a cake boy's nightmare
Bought you a nine but you still looked scared
AK-47? nope
I run a HK-91 with the Leopold scope
So eat that 308, fool
Actin like a joke but Big Mack's rule
You had to inject but boy I shot ya
Meet your new enemy the chief boot knocker
[Break: "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Verse 3]
I meet a girl named Gail at a soul food restaurant
Big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
Tried to step to her in the hall
She said her ex-boyfriend plays pro football
But I hate quarterbacks, but I like throwback
on a young, fine brown skin snackpack
She got a black SL, it was sittin on 19's lookin all swell
I really don't care about your boyfriend sweetness
Jealousy is every man's weakness
But I ain't no salt slinger, just a gang slinger
And oh yes it's the bird banger
I followed Gail to the crib
Walked in straight trippin off a how the girl lives
Your man is a trick and his game is whipped
I can pull you in a Benzo and a broke down jeep
Take notes off the shit I just wrote
Trick daddies get left in smoke
A lot of copycat niggaz might jack ya
But the game came way with the chief boot knocker
[Break: "Tomahawk Chop" chant plays in the background]
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
Here's my tomahawk
[Sir Mix-A-Lot: talking over Break]
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knocker
Ch, chief boot knocker
[chants of "chief boot knocker" and "Tomahawk Chop" chant, continue until fade]
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Sir Mix-A-Lot Chief Boot Knocka Comments
2019, $till Mackin' this with emotion....
SEA Town
Trick Daddy diss?
🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥
ONE OF HIP HOPS BEST!!!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS MisterMidwest515.
Hmmmm!?! mix is a prophet he saw the soy boi coming 20 years ago.... and ducked his girl.... in the 8 ball.
Mix Cannot Be Fucked With.
.308? Bro.
Happy Day what’s wrong with 308
Who dislikes this? It's primo.
Hilarious.
48 year old white dude from the deep south rocked this shit in the day
Chief boot knocks hands down best he ever did!!
Legendary song with a legendary voice.
Such a bad ass lil' jam
he said get out the car bitch! thats a mistake, cus now im on the beach with a rake.
“ and I can’t even sing” 😝
shake ya tailfeather
Should have a billion views
I love how Mix-a-Lot is all about rain jackets, expensive rifles, big booties, his Mercedes Benz, and criticizing the Reagan administration's criminal interventionism in South America.
I'm dead. lol
She got home at ten thirty trying to smell her neck to see if shes dirty
AK 47 nope, I run an HK 91 with the Leupold scope
Best line ever
"Look in like she never seen a kitchen" and "Western Union straight got buzy"Now baby's gotta kondo sittin in Redondo!! Also "Helicopters over my house takin pictures of a brother in his Rolls with his thing out! One more Oh no hot sauce in my dog chow! I don't care how many times I hear that whole CD I will sing my ass off and love it 4 ever! Thanks Mix!!
Jesus Christ y’all are cringe
I run a dirty ass g3 acog on cod4 pc. Less fiddle & bends than an M14.
better than 770mil views.
...your suicidal tendencies are not my problem....
Mike Heinicke
imagine your boots clickin hella fast
I'm on a drop top benzo on 3 piece rimzos
I grew up on this stuff... Sir Mix a lot, Easy E, Ice T and snoope doggy dog.. Yeah it was a messed up childhood.. but it was fun.. What's scary is me and others like me, are NOW the big bad people that the songs sing about!!
Quit it
You white and nerdy guys lost?
Crackhead090787, now that you're 17, would you agree that this song is deeply flawed? Admittedly it's still better than Black Eyed Peas.
2012 (y)
You can't fuck wid the chief boot knocka.
good old 90...
when rap & hh was the best