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- SIR MIX-A-LOT - What’s Real Lyrics
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- [Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
- 1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
- The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
- I got tired of watchin "Good Times"
- feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
- My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
- Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
- She got a .38 sittin in her purse
- Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
- So how in the hell could you tell Mix
- That I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age six
- Young buck, just graduate
- And your lyin when you say your street educated
- Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty
- So stop frontin to your friends like you knew me
- Cause you don't and you never did, kid
- So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did
- To all ya real, when ya claimin ya gang bang
- Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name
- But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games
- When you was still at home doin nice things
- Back in the days of turtle wax on Cadillacs
- Life to a brother was hoes and macks
- I had to come up some way
- Pimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school me
- Why moms was puttin in eight to twelve
- I was in the hood gettin schooled on makin mail
- I can't let my moms die a poor black sister
- Gotta make her richer
- So tell me what's real, partner
- [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
- (Da-da-da-down for mine)
- (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
- So what's real fool?
- (Da-da-da-down for mine)
- (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
- [Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
- Back when MLK Way was Empire Way
- I was stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say
- Better get what you can get before you get got
- Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice spot
- And that's stuck in my head 'til this day G
- So I apply pimp game to life you see
- But I ain't beatin on my sister in the streets
- I'ma focus on my real enemy, yeah
- So if I'm pimpin, then who's my hoeys
- In D.C. livin in a big white house bro
- Changes his name every four years
- Mr. Carter caught me slippin, but Reagan wasn't gettin his
- I never wanted a hand out young Jake
- I never got jealous over how much a brother makes
- So I was on my own, no love in the school zone
- No blacks in the books, so I'm gone
- And now the only color that I love is green see
- Cause my history books never taught me about me
- I may not like where I've been, but I'm lovin where I am
- Prime rib, fuck Spam
- So tell me what's real partner
- [Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
- (I fought back, then heat check)
- (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
- So what's real fool
- (I fought back, then heat check)
- (You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
- [Interlude - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
- Yeah, I'd much rather be behind the mic, then the gat
- But the simple fact that my pockets is fat
- Means I can't relax, you know what I'm sayin?
- Haha
- [Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
- Criticized by the main stream
- For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
- But I can't, so I ain't
- But I won't play the hard role just because you think
- that is real, to say you kill, when you never held steel
- You try to sing when you rollin in cake-ville
- Back in the days you was breakdancin see
- I remember when you had tight pants G
- So Mr. Rap Critic when you trys to check me
- about my cars and my girls, claimin you never could respect me
- You really think I give a damn partner?
- The shit I've been through man
- I used to roll with the hoes
- Hit the Caddy, slam the doors
- Livin alone, cellular phone
- Havin no furniture in my home
- Rollin to Canada, makin my mail
- Givin a trick a piece of tail
- Livin it large, keepin it hard
- Life was kinda odd
- And rat a tat tat with my gat, sat in my lap G
- The Hilton Hotel was my spot, I'm runnin my things see
- I went from hustlin cheese, to double platinum LPs
- But you still can't feel me
- Boy the head don't get fat if you know where your at
- Instead of ridin my back, check your own dat and that's facts
- Now what's real partner
- [Outro - Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
- Haha, so what's real?
- Yeah and all you clown runnin around town
- Tellin people me and yous was down
- When I was doin parties at the Boy's Club
- You was sellin match books of weed, partner
- I was about handlin my business
- And you was about smokin your gri-nass
- So check yourself, you wanna see the big head champ
- And that's real to the fullest and I'm out
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