Текст песни Sir Mix-a-Lot - A Rapper`s Reputation
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I`m rollin` in a Nine-Oh van. California, that`s my planGot memories Mixalot left in limbo, first stop SacrementoHere we go, hit a club called BentleysWant a skirt to git wit` me, hit meThere`s a girl with a back like a CadillacI walked up and got pushed backHer boyfriend tell her I`m a play-aDropped salt on a dope rhyme say-aMy reputation offends this manNext day hit Williamland ParkCreepin` like a sharkSpot 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 missionEvery freak in Sac is dissin`Back on the four lane freewayNext stop, the two-one-three, L.A.The two-one-three is roughBut the Mixalot game is toughSpot 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 thangCensorship is sweepin` the nationMessin` up a rap stars reputationA rappers reputation, that`s what I gotSo I`m finished with the two-one-threeI knock, baby, but it`s time to leaveTwo days on the hard rock, boys is cruisin`Interstate Ten, straight to HoustonThey tell me `bout the girls in the fifth wardYou know the boys must scoreSo we hit a fly club called GuchiesLookin` for the skirts with the largest bootiesGirlies in the club wasn`t takin` no shortsShowin` no remorseFor a brother like Mix, lookin` for the smoothDidn`t need a Houston skirt to get with meBut the nights still youngAnd the hunk ain`t doneSo we stepped to the vanAttitude`s out of itThe next club, The Main EventWe never think about a dress codeJust step up in the club and let the game rollBut as soon as my boy Maharaji pulls upSome punk starts runnin` upHe said you don`t wanna be with a rap starThey play you for your money and your carWell my boy got crushed but the girl stepped offWith a rap stars rep, the girls are lost"Hey yo, what`s up, this is Mix I had to make a runright quick, but leave your name and number `n I`llgetcha right back, peace."So the posse left Houston TexasAll the girls keep callin` us sexistHouston media is givin` us rappers no pitySo we all hit Kansas CityIn K.C. we go The Gates and SunsGotta get grub `fore we runMet a little freak named StacyI said I`m not just here for the Barbecue babyShe gave me that look, like PebblesI`m acked with bass not trebleSo I say, Oogley-goo oogley-doo-goo-doo"What`d you say?" I ain`t tellin` youYou see the Mix game is laced with riddlesIt ain`t moaney, it`s Mix in the middleIn walked my ex named WendyShe got a fresh Dooney Bag`Cause she`s tired of FendiOooh, could a brother be bustedBecause Wendy trusted, Me?An` ah told a lit`l lie `nSaid I was a loyal guyWendy got mad and she wants to dis meIn Kansas CityWendy starts to groovin`Hands on her hips and her hair starts movin`She said the Mixalot game is phonyJust `cause I said I`m runnin` girls like poniesBut talkin` that stuff is my occupationThat`s how I got this reputationA rappers reputation, got a rappers reputationBring it on down. A rappers reputation, bring it backA rappers reputation, that`s what I got. A rappersreputation, peace.