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- Sir Mix A Lot - A Rapper’s Reputation Lyrics
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- I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, that's my plan
- Got memories Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
- Here we go, hit a club called Bentleys
- Want a skirt to git wit' me, hit me
- There's a girl with a back like a Cadillac
- I walked up and got pushed back
- Her boyfriend tell her I'm a play-a
- Dropped salt on a dope rhyme say-a
- My reputation offends this man
- Next day hit Williamland Park
- Creepin' like a shark
- Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk
- "What up?", "Howya like to roll wit' a champ?"
- "Please! All ya'll rappers is tramps"
- My reputation is stoppin' my mission
- Every freak in Sac is dissin'
- Back on the four lane freeway
- Next stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
- The two-one-three is rough
- But the Mixalot game is tough
- Spot a young girl and I start that gamin'
- Baby girl asks what set am I claimin'
- "Just cuz I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
- It ain't a black thang, it's a rap thang
- Censorship is sweepin' the nation
- Messin' up a rap stars reputation
- A rappers reputation, that's what I got
- So I'm finished with the two-one-three
- I knock, baby, but it's time to leave
- Two days on the hard rock, boys is cruisin'
- Interstate Ten, straight to Houston
- They tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
- You know the boys must score
- So we hit a fly club called Guchies
- Lookin' for the skirts with the largest booties
- Girlies in the club wasn't takin' no shorts
- Showin' no remorse
- For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the smooth
- Didn't need a Houston skirt to get with me
- But the nights still young
- And the hunk ain't done
- So we stepped to the van
- Attitude's out of it
- The next club, The Main Event
- We never think about a dress code
- Just step up in the club and let the game roll
- But as soon as my boy Maharaji pulls up
- Some punk starts runnin' up
- He said you don't wanna be with a rap star
- They play you for your money and your car
- Well my boy got crushed but the girl stepped off
- With a rap stars rep, the girls are lost
- "Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to make a run
- right quick, but leave your name and number 'n I'll
- getcha right back, peace."
- So the posse left Houston Texas
- All the girls keep callin' us sexist
- Houston media is givin' us rappers no pity
- So we all hit Kansas City
- In K.C. we go The Gates and Suns
- Gotta get grub 'fore we run
- Met a little freak named Stacy
- I said I'm not just here for the Barbecue baby
- She gave me that look, like Pebbles
- I'm acked with bass not treble
- So I say, Oogley-goo oogley-doo-goo-doo
- "What'd you say?" I ain't tellin' you
- You see the Mix game is laced with riddles
- It ain't moaney, it's Mix in the middle
- In walked my ex named Wendy
- She got a fresh Dooney Bag
- 'Cause she's tired of Fendi
- Oooh, could a brother be busted
- Because Wendy trusted, Me?
- An' ah told a lit'l lie 'n
- Said I was a loyal guy
- Wendy got mad and she wants to dis me
- In Kansas City
- Wendy starts to groovin'
- Hands on her hips and her hair starts movin'
- She said the Mix-A-Lot game is phony
- Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
- But talkin' that stuff is my occupation
- That's how I got this reputation
- A rappers reputation, got a rappers reputation
- Bring it on down. A rappers reputation, bring it back
- A rappers reputation, that's what I got. A rappers
- reputation, peace.
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