Seattle Ain't Bullshittin' (Explicit)

Seattle Ain't Bullshittin' (Explicit) - Sir Mix-A-Lot

Yo Attitude (talk to me)

We got some bustin a** marks out here

Claimin some motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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

pimpin 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 pimpin

Just to keep motherf**kers 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 bullshittin

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 F**KED 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 "F**k 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 sh*t

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 d**e dealer

But I'm more like a d**e deal sealer

I sell rap deals not drug deals

Handin out contracts like meals

The Rhyme Cartel I own the motherf**kin label

And Ricardo got the papers on the table

And I'm signin 'em just like that

No sluts so my pockets stay fat

A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn't

Huh cause Seattle wasn't bullshittin

Huh ni**a this is MY town what you talkin

Punks tryin to tell me where I come from

Who the f**k you talkin to clown

Need to shut the hell up Seattle Tacoma strong

Sh*t you was a young lil' rudy poot motherf**ker

'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 b**ches 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

F**k 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 sh*t 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 bullshittin

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