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Sir Mix-A-Lot( Sir Mix A Lot )
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What's Real
Lyricist:Anthony L. Ray
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 you're 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
Da-da-da-down for mine You gonna buy me a motherfuckin' car? So what's real fool? Da-da-da-down for mine You gonna buy me a motherfuckin' car?
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
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