文本歌词

What's Real (何为真实) - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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 F**K your respect
And the sh*t 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
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherf**kin car )
So what's real fool
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherf**kin car )
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 spot
And that's stuck
In my head 'til this day G
So I apply pimp game to life you see
But I ain't beatin on
My sister in the streets
I'ma focus on my real enemy yeah
So if I'm pimpin then who's my hoeys
In D C living in a big white house bro
Changes his name every four years
Mr Carter caught me slippin
But Reagan wasn't gettin his
I never wanted a hand out young Jake
I never got jealous over
How much a brother makes
So I was on my own
No love in the school zone
No blacks in the books so I'm gone
And now the only color
That I love is green see
Cause my history books
Never taught me about me
I may not like where I've been
But I'm lovin where I am
Prime rib f**k Spam
So tell me what's real partner
(I fought back then heat check)
(You gon' buy me a motherf**kin car )
So what's real fool
(I fought back then heat check)
(You gon' buy me a motherf**kin car )
Yeah I'd much rather be behind the mic
Then the gat
But the simple fact that my pockets is fat
Means I can't relax
You know what I'm sayin
Haha
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig
And keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't so I ain't
But I won't play the hard role
Just because you think
That is real to say you kill
When you never held steel
You try to sing
When you rollin in cake-ville
Back in the days you was breakdancin see
I remember when you had tight pants G
So Mr Rap Critic when you
Trys to check me
About my cars and my girls
Claimin you never could respect me
You really think I give a damn partner
The sh*t I've been through man
I used to roll with the hoes
Hit the Caddy slam the doors
Livin alone cellular phone
Havin no furniture in my home
Rollin to Canada makin my mail
Givin a trick a piece of tail
Livin it large keepin it hard
Life was kinda odd
And rat a tat tat with my gat
Sat in my lap G
The Hilton Hotel was my spot
I'm runnin my things see
I went from hustlin cheese
To double platinum LPs
But you still can't feel me
Boy the head don't get fat
If you know where your at
Instead of ridin my back
Check your own dat and that's facts
Now what's real partner
Haha so what's real
Yeah and all you
Clown runnin around town
Tellin people me and yous was down
When I was doing
Parties at the Boy's Club
You was sellin match books of w**d partner
I was about handlin my business
And you was about smokin your gri-nass
So check yourself
You wanna see the big head champ
And that's real to the fullest and I'm out