Sir Mix-a-lot - What's Real Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-jectThe brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind setI got tired of watchin "Good Times"feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank lineMy momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to workEarly in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurtShe got a .38 sittin in her purseCause my moms was the King County Jail nurseSo how in the hell could you tell MixThat I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age sixYoung buck, just graduateAnd your lyin when you say your street educatedCause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new bootySo stop frontin to your friends like you knew meCause you don't and you never did, kidSo ***** your respect and the shit you claim ya didTo all ya real, when ya claimin ya gang bangDoin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a nameBut I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice gamesWhen you was still at home doin nice thingsBack in the days of turtle wax on CadillacsLife to a brother was hoes and macksI had to come up some wayPimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school meWhy moms was puttin in eight to twelveI was in the hood gettin schooled on makin mailI can't let my moms die a poor black sisterGotta make her richerSo tell me what's real, partner[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot](Da-da-da-down for mine)(You gon' buy me a mother*****in car?)So what's real fool?(Da-da-da-down for mine)(You gon' buy me a mother*****in car?)[Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]Back when MLK Way was Empire WayI was stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps sayBetter get what you can get before you get gotCome up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice
