[Mix-A-Lot] Yo Attitude (talk to me)
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[Mix-A-Lot] We got some bustin ass marks out here
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[Mix-A-Lot] Claimin some motherfuckin place they ain't never seen
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[Attitude] Huh, sellout
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[Mix-A-Lot] Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown
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[Attitude] Forever (Seatown)
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[Attitude] Yeah, and that's from the motherfuckin heart
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[Attitude] So if you ain't down witcha hometown, STEP OFF PUNK
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[Attitude] Mix, tell these fakes what the deal is
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[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
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I was raised in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
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Seattle, born in the C.D. nigga
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19th and yes LeBorda [?] pimpin was hard
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Caddillac was the car I wanted
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And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the trues and straps
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I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
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Tryin to compete, with my homies in the C.D.
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Here's my plan, funky-ass sedan
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Laid down with the vogues, money in my hand
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Hair all whipped up
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Carload full of freaks with the butts
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I used to cruise around Seward Park
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Flip the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
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Lookin for freaks to be G'd
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Most mini-skirts wanted please
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In them days boy you had to be pimpin
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Just to keep motherfuckers from trippin
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Now punks wanna run up pokin
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With a nine double-M, is you jokin?
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Cause I'm packin - a HK-91 son
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308's is what I run
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A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn't
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Huh, cause Seattle wasn't bullshittin
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[Interlude: Attitude]
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It ain't nothin but the real up in the Northwest (real deal nigga)
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So don't step to the 2-oh-6 tryin to kick up dust
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Or you might get floored, sucka (get FUCKED UP), think about it
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This is from the Attitude Adjustor
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[Verse Two: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
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Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get paid
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Mickey D's ain't payin no way
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So they take to the streets with gats
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And they'll put 'em on ya just like that
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So I'm undercover, when I'm rollin through the C.D.
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A lot of niggaz wanna get me
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I see a freak in front of Garfield, I swoop around the block
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Gang of niggaz yellin out, "Fuck Mix-A-Lot!"
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Do I hate 'em? Naw, I gotta love 'em
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They think my head is big, and I'm tryin to be above 'em
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Huh, but to the masses I'm just another coon
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Gettin paid for a little bit of boon
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So even though a lot of niggaz talk shit
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I'm still down for the Northwest when I hit
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the stage, anywhere U.S.A.
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I give Seattle and Tacoma much play
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So here's a shot to the Criminal Nation
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And the young brother Kid Sensation
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I can't forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjustor
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And the hardcore brothers to the West of Seattle
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Yeah, Westside
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High Pointe, dippin fo'-do' rides
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And my homeboy Critical Mass in the back
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With the bat to smack back all packs who try to jack me
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Just because I'm in a S-E-C
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Droptop A-M-G
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The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer
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But I'm more like a dope deal sealer
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I sell rap deals, not drug deals
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Handin out contracts like meals
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The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin label
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And Ricardo got the papers on the table
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And I'm signin 'em, just like that
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No sluts so my pockets stay fat
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A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn't
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Huh, cause Seattle wasn't bullshittin
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[Attitude] Huh, nigga this is MY town, what you talkin
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[Mix-A-Lot] Punks tryin to tell me where I come from
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[Mix-A-Lot] Who the fuck you talkin to, clown?
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[Attitude] Need to shut the hell up, Seattle Tacoma strong
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[Mix-A-Lot] Shit, you was a young lil' rudy poot motherfucker
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[Mix-A-Lot] 'fore you picked up a nine millimete
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[Attitude] Who you smokin?
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[Mix-A-Lot] Punk-ass, cake, faggot ass nigga!
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[Verse Three: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
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Let's take a trip to the South end, we go West
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Hit Reinert Ave and bust left
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I'm in a funky-ass Porsche Gambala
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No bitches, just women on my collar
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S-E-A-T-O-W-N
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Yo' nigga is back again
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Huh, who you callin sellout fool?
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I was puttin caps in clowns when you was still in school
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But I choose not to talk about that
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So many gangsta crews now, I'd rather kick back
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So I drop my own style
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Fuck bitin somebody else, and jumpin on a pile
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But that's another subject, gettin back to the hood
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Me and my boys is up to no good
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A big line of cars, rollin DEEP through the South en |