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Seattle Ain`t Bullshittin`

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[Mix-A-Lot] Yo Attitude (talk to me)[Mix-A-Lot] We got some bustin ass marks out here[Mix-A-Lot] Claimin some motherfuckin place they ain`t never seen [Attitude] Huh, sellout[Mix-A-Lot] Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown [Attitude] Forever (Seatown) [Attitude] Yeah, and that`s from the motherfuckin heart [Attitude] So if you ain`t down witcha hometown, STEP OFF PUNK [Attitude] Mix, tell these fakes what the deal is[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot]I was raised in the S-E-A-double T-L-ESeattle, born in the C.D. nigga19th and yes LeBorda(?) pimpin was hardCaddillac was the car I wantedAnd I got that seven-seven Coupe with the trues and strapsI couldn`t roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn`t easyTryin to compete, with my homies in the C.D.Here`s my plan, funky-ass sedanLaid down with the vogues, money in my handHair all whipped upCarload full of freaks with the buttsI used to cruise around Seward ParkFlip the funky eighty-one, and La VistaLookin for freaks to be G`dMost mini-skirts wanted pleaseIn them days boy you had to be pimpinJust to keep motherfuckers from trippinNow punks wanna run up pokinWith a nine double-M, is you jokin?Cause I`m packin - a HK-91 son308`s is what I runA lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn`tHuh, cause Seattle wasn`t bullshittin[Interlude: Attitude]It ain`t nothin but the real up in the Northwest (real deal nigga)So don`t step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick up dustOr you might get floored, sucka (get FUCKED UP), think about itThis is from the Attitude Adjustor[Verse Two: Sir Mix-A-Lot]Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get paidMickey D`s ain`t payin no waySo they take to the streets with gatsAnd they`ll put `em on ya just like thatSo I`m undercover, when I`m rollin through the C.D.A lot of niggaz wanna get meI see a freak in front of Garfield, I swoop around the blockGang of niggaz yellin out, "Fuck Mix-A-Lot!"Do I hate `em? Naw, I gotta love `emThey think my head is big, and I`m tryin to be above `emHuh, but to the masses I`m just another coonGettin paid for a little bit of boonSo even though a lot of niggaz talk shitI`m still down for the Northwest when I hitthe stage, anywhere U.S.A.I give Seattle and Tacoma much playSo here`s a shot to the Criminal NationAnd the young brother Kid SensationI can`t forget Maharaji and the Attitude AdjustorAnd the hardcore brothers to the West of SeattleYeah, WestsideHigh Pointe, dippin fo`-do` ridesAnd my homeboy Critical Mass in the backWith the bat to smack back all packs who try to jack meJust because I`m in a S-E-CDroptop A-M-GThe cops say Mix-A-Lot`s a dope dealerBut I`m more like a dope deal sealerI sell rap deals, not drug dealsHandin out contracts like mealsThe Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin labelAnd Ricardo got the papers on the tableAnd I`m signin `em, just like thatNo sluts so my pockets stay fatA lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn`tHuh, cause Seattle wasn`t bullshittin [Attitude] Huh, nigga this is MY town, what you talkin[Mix-A-Lot] Punks tryin to tell me where I come from[Mix-A-Lot] Who the fuck you talkin to, clown? [Attitude] Need to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong[Mix-A-Lot] Shit, you was a young lil` rudy poot motherfucker[Mix-A-Lot] `fore you picked up a nine millimete [Attitude] Who you smokin?[Mix-A-Lot] Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass nigga![Verse Three: Sir Mix-A-Lot]Let`s take a trip to the South end, we go WestHit Reinert Ave and bust leftI`m in a funky-ass Porsche GambalaNo bitches, just women on my collarS-E-A-T-O-W-NYo` nigga is back againHuh, who you callin sellout fool?I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in schoolBut I choose not to talk about thatSo many gangsta crews now, I`d rather kick backSo I drop my own styleFuck bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a pileBut that`s another subject, gettin back to the hoodMe and my boys is up to no goodA big line of cars, rollin DEEP through the South endMade a left on HendersonClowns talkin shit in the Southshore parkin lotCritical Mass is beggin to boxBut we keep on goin because down the streetsA bunch of freaks in front of Reinert Beach, was lookin at USThey missed that bus, and they figured that they could trust usSix cars in a line and the girls was fineI had "The Wicked One" playin on my AlpineTwo Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari TestarossaAnd a Rolls Royce roasterMiami Vice tried to get with this, but they didn`tHuh-huh, cause Seattle ain`t bullshittinYeah I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish?My boy Strange, across the water whassup LX?Bookie, Mark P, MC FuryThe Group EQ, old forty ounce drinkin A.D.Always DangerousPD2, Tribe, E.C.P. ready and willinNasty Ness and Glen BoydP.O.S., Brothers of the Same MindL.S.R., High PerformanceWhassup Eightball? Kazzy D, Villains in BlackJ-1, E-Dawg, my boy T-MackP.L.B., MC KashMy boy with the hookup on the `zoid freak coordinatorBubba, DJ Skill and my boy AR-10Everybody in Seatown and T-Town!

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