Seattle Ain’t Bullshittin’ Sir Mix-a-Lot

[Mix-A-Lot] Yo Attitude (talk to me)! We got some bustin' ass marks out here claimin' some muthafuckin' place they ain't never seen
[Attitude] Huh, sellout
[Mix-A-Lot] Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown
[Attitude] Forever (Seatown)! Yeah, and that's from the motherfuckin heart! So if you ain't down witcha hometown, STEP OFF PUNK! Mix, tell these fakes what the deal is

[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I was raised in the S-E-A-double T-L-E
Seattle, born in the C.D. nigga
19th and Yesler boy da pimpin' was hard
Cadillac was the car I wanted
And I got that seven-seven Coupe with the trues and straps
I couldn't roll no hubcaps, huh, it wasn't easy
Tryin' to compete, with my homies in the C.D
Here's my plan, funky-ass sedan
Laid down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all whipped up
Carload full of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise around Seward Park
Flip the funky eighty-one, and La Vista
Lookin' for freaks to be G'd
Most mini-skirts wanted please
In them days boy you had to be pimpin'
Just to keep motherfuckers from trippin'
Now punks wanna run up pokin'
With a nine double-M, is you jokin'?
Cause I'm packin' - a HK-91 son
308's is what I run
A lot of clowns tried to take this town but they didn't
Huh, cause Seattle wasn't bullshittin'