[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]

1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject

The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set

I got tired of watchin "Good Times"

feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line

My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work

Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt

She got a .38 sittin in her purse

Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse

So how in the hell could you tell Mix

That I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age six

Young buck, just graduate

And your lyin when you say your street educated

Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty

So stop frontin to your friends like you knew me

Cause you don't and you never did, kid

So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did

To all ya real, when ya claimin ya gang bang

Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name

But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games

When you was still at home doin nice things

Back in the days of turtle wax on Cadillacs

Life to a brother was hoes and macks

I had to come up some way

Pimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school me

Why moms was puttin in eight to twelve

I was in the hood gettin schooled on makin mail

I can't let my moms die a poor black sister

Gotta make her richer

So tell me what's real, partner



[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]

(Da-da-da-down for mine)

(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)

So what's real fool?

(Da-da-da-down for mine)

(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)



[Verse 2 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]

Back when MLK Way was Empire Way

I was stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say

Better get what you can get before you get got

Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice