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Seattle Ain't Bull*******' - Sir Mix-A-Lot
Yo Attitude (talk to me)
We got some bustin a** marks out here
Claimin some mother****** place they ain't never seen
Huh sellout
Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N clown
Forever (Seatown)
Yeah and that's from the mother****** heart
So if you ain't down witcha hometown STEP OFF PUNK
Mix tell these fakes what the deal is
I was raised in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle born in the C D ni**a
19th and yes LeBorda
****** was hard
Caddillac was the car I wanted
And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps huh it wasn't easy
Tryin to compete with my homies in the C D
Here's my plan funky-a** sedan
Laid down with the vogues money in my hand
Hair all whipped up
Carload full of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise around Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one and La Vista
Lookin for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted please
In them days boy you had to be ******
Just to keep mother******* from trippin
Now punks wanna run up pokin
With a nine double-M is you jokin
Cause I'm packin - a HK-91 son
308's is what I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn't
Huh cause Seattle wasn't bull*******
It ain't nothin but the real up in the Northwest (real deal ni**a)
So don't step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick up dust
Or you might get floored sucka (get ****** UP) think about it
This is from the Attitude Adjustor
Do we got gangs Hell yeah brothers gotta get paid
Mickey D's ain't payin no way
So they take to the streets with gats
And they'll put 'em on ya just like that
So I'm undercover when I'm rollin through the C D
A lot of niggaz wanna get me
I see a freak in front of Garfield I swoop around the block
Gang of niggaz yellin out"**** Mix-A-Lot"
Do I hate 'em Naw I gotta love 'em
They think my head is big and I'm tryin to be above 'em
Huh but to the masses I'm just another coon
Gettin paid for a little bit of boon
So even though a lot of niggaz talk ****
I'm still down for the Northwest when I hit
The stage anywhere U S A
I give Seattle and Tacoma much play
So here's a shot to the Criminal Nation
And the young brother Kid Sensation
I can't forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
And the hardcore brothers to the West of Seattle
Yeah Westside
High Pointe dippin fo'-do' rides
And my homeboy Critical Mass in the back
With the bat to smack back all packs who try to jack me
Just because I'm in a S-E-C
Droptop A-M-G
The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a **** dealer
But I'm more like a **** deal sealer
I sell rap deals not ** deals
Handin out contracts like meals
The Rhyme Cartel I own the mother****** label
And Ricardo got the papers on the table
And I'm signin 'em just like that
No ***** so my pockets stay fat
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn't
Huh cause Seattle wasn't bull*******
Huh ni**a this is MY town what you talkin
Punks tryin to tell me where I come from
Who the **** you talkin to clown
Need to shut the hell up Seattle Tacoma strong
**** you was a young lil' rudy poot mother******
'fore you picked up a nine millimete
Who you smokin
Punk-a** cake faggot a** ni**a
Let's take a trip to the South end we go West
Hit Reinert Ave and bust left
I'm in a funky-a** Porsche Gambala
No ******* just women on my collar
S-E-A-T-O-W-N
Yo' ni**a is back again
Huh who you callin sellout fool
I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in school
But I choose not to talk about that
So many gangsta crews now I'd rather kick back
So I drop my own style
**** bitin somebody else and jumpin on a pile
But that's another subject gettin back to the hood
Me and my boys is up to no good
A big line of cars rollin DEEP through the South end
Made a left on Henderson
Clowns talkin **** in the Southshore parkin lot
Critical Mass is beggin to box
But we keep on goin because down the streets
A bunch of freaks in front of Reinert Beach was lookin at US
They missed that bus and they figured that they could trust us
Six cars in a line and the girls was fine
I had"The Wicked One" playin on my Alpine
Two Porsches two Benzes a Ferrari Testarossa
And a Rolls Royce roaster
Miami Vice tried to get with this but they didn't
Huh-huh cause Seattle ain't bull*******
Yeah I wanna whassup to my DJ Punish
My boy Strange across the water whassup LX
Bookie Mark P MC Fury
The Group EQ old forty ounce drinkin A D
Always Dangerous
PD2 Tribe E C P ready and willin
Nasty Ness and Glen Boyd
P O S Brothers of the Same Mind
L S R High Performance
Whassup Eightball Kazzy D Villains in Black
J-1 E-Dawg my boy T-Mack
P L B MC Kash
My boy with the hookup on the 'zoid freak coordinator
Bubba DJ Skill and my boy AR-10
Everybody in Seatown and T-Town
