Aintsta Sir Mix-a-Lot

(chorus:)
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 motherfucin' ainsta)
Fronting around your homies
Wanna be down, now you wanna claim Sea-Town (Aintsta)
Anna be a baller, can you be a hustler?
Not if you is an undercover busta

[Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot]
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!
B-E-E-A-A-T-C-H- a.k.a. is Mr. Jake
Little square ass mark boy, you ain't no gangsta----
You is a motherfucking Ainsta