Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Rapper's Reputation, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Date of issue: 22.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Rapper's Reputation |
| I’m rollin’in a Nine-Oh van. |
| California, that’s my plan |
| Got memories Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first stop Sacremento |
| Here we go, hit a club called Bentleys |
| Want a skirt to git wit’me, hit me There’s a girl with a back like a Cadillac |
| I walked up and got pushed back |
| Her boyfriend tell her I’m a play-a |
| Dropped salt on a dope rhyme say-a |
| My reputation offends this man |
| Next day hit Williamland Park |
| Creepin’like a shark |
| Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk |
| What up?, Howya like to roll wit’a champ? |
| Please! |
| All ya’ll rappers is tramps |
| My reputation is stoppin’my mission |
| Every freak in Sac is dissin' |
| Back on the four lane freeway |
| Next stop, the two-one-three, L.A. |
| The two-one-three is rough |
| But the Mixalot game is tough |
| Spot a young girl and I start that gamin' |
| Baby girl asks what set am I claimin' |
| Just cuz I rap, I gotta be in gang? |
| It ain’t a black thang, it’s a rap thang |
| Censorship is sweepin’the nation |
| Messin’up a rap stars reputation |
| A rappers reputation, that’s what I got |
| So I’m finished with the two-one-three |
| I knock, baby, but it’s time to leave |
| Two days on the hard rock, boys is cruisin' |
| Interstate Ten, straight to Houston |
| They tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward |
| You know the boys must score |
| So we hit a fly club called Guchies |
| Lookin’for the skirts with the largest booties |
| Girlies in the club wasn’t takin’no shorts |
| Showin’no remorse |
| For a brother like Mix, lookin’for the smooth |
| Didn’t need a Houston skirt to get with me But the nights still young |
| And the hunk ain’t done |
| So we stepped to the van |
| Attitude’s out of it The next club, The Main Event |
| We never think about a dress code |
| Just step up in the club and let the game roll |
| But as soon as my boy Maharaji pulls up Some punk starts runnin’up |
| He said you don’t wanna be with a rap star |
| They play you for your money and your car |
| Well my boy got crushed but the girl stepped off |
| With a rap stars rep, the girls are lost |
| Hey yo, what’s up, this is Mix I had to make a run |
| right quick, but leave your name and number 'n I’ll |
| getcha right back, peace. |
| So the posse left Houston Texas |
| All the girls keep callin’us sexist |
| Houston media is givin’us rappers no pity |
| So we all hit Kansas City |
| In K.C. |
| we go The Gates and Suns |
| Gotta get grub 'fore we run |
| Met a little freak named Stacy |
| I said I’m not just here for the Barbecue baby |
| She gave me that look, like Pebbles |
| I’m acked with bass not treble |
| So I say, Oogley-goo oogley-doo-goo-doo |
| What’d you say? |
| I ain’t tellin’you |
| You see the Mix game is laced with riddles |
| It ain’t moaney, it’s Mix in the middle |
| In walked my ex named Wendy |
| She got a fresh Dooney Bag |
| 'Cause she’s tired of Fendi |
| Oooh, could a brother be busted |
| Because Wendy trusted, Me? |
| An’ah told a lit’l lie 'n |
| Said I was a loyal guy |
| Wendy got mad and she wants to dis me In Kansas City |
| Wendy starts to groovin' |
| Hands on her hips and her hair starts movin' |
| She said the Mix-A-Lot game is phony |
| Just 'cause I said I’m runnin’girls like ponies |
| But talkin’that stuff is my occupation |
| That’s how I got this reputation |
| A rappers reputation, got a rappers reputation |
| Bring it on down. |
| A rappers reputation, bring it back |
| A rappers reputation, that’s what I got. |
| A rappers |
| reputation, peace. |