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Sir Mix-A-Lot
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Ainsta
Want to be hard, false face nigga
Shaky ass finger on the deuce, deuce trigger
(Ainsta)
Think about your pimping square
Mark hatin' nigga never had no heart
(You is a motherfukin' ainsta)
Fronting around your homies
Wanna be down, now you wanna
Claim Sea-Town
(Aintsta)
Wanna be a baller, can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta
What about this motherfucking aintsta
Wannabe gangsta
Sittin' in the mirror throwin' sets at your self
Like a pranksta
Lil' punk-ass mark
Playing hardcore but you gots no heart
Nigga never had a set of these
Worshiping G's
How can you be down?
Nigga please
You wanna play hard for your hood
Tell them how you whooped Mix-a-Lot's ass good
But what your homeboys don't know
I'ma let them know
If you ever wanna squabble
I'ma crack your skull, bro
'Cause you need your narrow ass kicked
You little buster ass snitch
And I'ma say it once and never say it no more
You ain't hard 'cause you once sold-- dope
'Cause you was slangin' like a straight up bitch
Rolled over on your whole damn click
And you can't spell dirt
Let alone do none
Paid your homies, but your mom is broke son
Now tell me who is a sell-out
I'ma read your ass on the spell out punk
Beyotch a.k.a. is Mr. Jake
Little square ass mark boy, you ain't no gangsta
You is a motherfucking ainsta.
First you wanna sound like Ice Cube
Jumping on stage with a mic trying to mean mug fools
Now you wanna be like Snoop
But you can't
'Cause you fake with your shit
Nigga you and your crew
Bitch motherfucker out of Woodin' ville
Faking just to get a little record deal
Used to try to rap like Chuck D
Ain't had a soul sister since I known you G
Huh, and thats real
Now ask your homeboys how they feel
And they will tell your ass the real
Scoop up your cats
With your fake gangsta ass
You could fool them for a minute
But that shit won't last
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You sound kind of hard on your demo
But If your mom and dad heard it
They would beat your ass though
'Cause you is a bitch made gangsta sap
Tellin' all these stories about your see through gat
Ever since I known you
You had one gat, but like a cluck
Motherfucker, you sold that, yeah
You wanted me to come real, huh
Now you got your cat peeled, beyotch
And don't start frontin' bout your pimp game youngster
You fuck your own hoes like a trick ass busta
Learn the game before you claim it, son
Study hustlers one, oh, one, you's a motherfuckin ainsta
Want to be hard, false face nigga
Shaky ass finger on the deuce, deuce trigger
(Ainsta)
Think about your pimping square
Mark hatin' nigga never had no heart
(You is a motherfukin' ainsta)
Fronting around your homies
Wanna be down, now you wanna
Claim Sea-Town
(Aintsta)
Wanna be a baller, can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta
What you did on the grind don't impress me
Four years of slanging and your pockets is still empty
And you say yu got street game
Need to buffalo your money like a baller man
But bitch made niggas get no love
I done seen your pictures
With your fake ass mean mug
Kind of lookin' like a sweet thang
An old pretty motherfucker with a swap meet ring
Khakis nice and fit
Looking like your punk ass
At the Chevron bitch
Got your gut all bunched up
Shirt tucked in'
A forty in your hand with a stupid ass grin
Fake like a motherfucker
Swearing you is a player
When your girl is with another sucker
But you won't cut her loose
'Cause you can't shake her
You is a motherfucking ainsta
Want to be hard, false face nigga
Shaky ass finger on the deuce, deuce trigger
(Ainsta)
Think about your pimping square
Mark hatin' nigga never had no heart
(You is a motherfukin' ainsta)
Fronting around your homies
Wanna be down, now you wanna
Claim Sea-Town
(Aintsta)
Wanna be a baller, can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta
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