Seatlle Ain't Bullshittin'

Yo Attitude Talk to me We got some bustin' Ass marks out here claimin' some motherfuckin' place They ain't never seen Sell out Boy this is The S-E-A-T-O-W-N clown Forever Sea-Town Yeah, And that's from the motherfuckin' heart So if you Ain't down with your hometown, step on punk Mix, Tell these fakes what the deal is I was raised in the S-E-A double T-L-E Seattle, Born in the CD nigga 19th and Yesler, Boy the pimpin' was hard Cadillac was the car I wanted And I got that 7-7 coupe with The trues and straps I couldn't roll no hubcaps It wasn't easy tryin' to compete with my homies In the CD Here's my plan, funky-ass sedan Laid Down with the vogues, money in my hand Hair All whipped up Car load full of freaks with The butts I used to cruise around Seward Park Flip the funky 81 and let it stop Lookin' For freaks to be G'd Most miniskirts want it Please In them days boy you had to be Pimpin' Just to keep motherfuckers from trippin' Now Punks wanna run up pokin' With a 9 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 Cause Seattle wasn't bullshittin' It ain't nothin' But the real up in the Northwest We keep It real nigga don't step to a tour bus Tryin' to kick up dust Or you might get Bored sucker fucked up Think about it, this is From the Attitude Adjuster Do we got gangs? Hell yeah, brothers gotta get paid Mickey D's ain't Payin' the way So they take to the streets With gats And they'll put 'em on you just Like that So I'm undercover when I'm rollin' through The CD A lot of niggas wanna get me I see a freak in front of Garfield, I Swoop around the block Gang of niggas yellin' out, "Fuck Mix-A-Lot" Do I hate 'em? No, I gotta love 'em They think my head Is big and I'm tryin' to be above 'em But to the masses I'm just another coon Gettin' Paid for a little bit of boom So even Though a lot of niggas talk shit I'm still Down for the Northwest when I hit The stage, Anywhere USA I give Seattle and Tacoma much play So here's a shot to the Criminal Nation And The young brother Kid Sensations I can't forget Maharaji and the Attitude Adjuster And the hardcore Brothers to the west of Seattle Yeah, Westside, High Point, dippin' fo' dough rides And my Homeboy Critical Mass in the back With the bat To smack back all packs who try to jack Me Just because I'm in a S-E-C drop top AMG The cops say Mix-A-Lot's a dope dealer But I'm more like a dope deal sealer I seal Rap deals, not drug deals Handin' out contracts like Meals The Rhyme Cartel, I own the motherfuckin' Label And Ricardo got the papers on the table And I'm signin' 'em just like that No sluts So my pockets stay fat A lot of clowns Tried to take this town but they didn't Cause Seattle wasn't bullshittin' Nigga this is my Town You talkin' bout Tryin' to tell me where I come from Who the fuck you talkin' to Clown? Just shut the hell up Seattle, Tacoma strong Shit, you was a young little Rudy poop motherfucker 'fore you picked up a 9 Millimeter Who you smoke punk ass cake faggot ass Nigga Let's take a trip to the South End We Go west, hit Rainier Ave and bust left I'm In a funky-ass Porsche Gambala No bitches, Just women on my collar S-E-A-T-O-W-N, Yo nigga is back again Who you call a Sellout fool? I was puttin' caps in clowns when You were still in school But I choose not To talk about that So many gangsta crews now I'd rather kick back So I drive my own Style Fuck bitin' somebody else and jumpin' on a Pile But that's another subject, Gettin' back to the hood Me and my boys Is up to no good A big line of Cars rollin' deep through the South End Made a Left on Henderson Clowns talkin' shit in the South Shore parkin' lot Critical Mass is beggin' to box But we keep on goin' because down the streets A bunch of freaks in front of Rainier Beach Was lookin' at us They missed that bus and They figured that they could trust us Six cars In the line and the girls was fine I Had the Wicked One playin' on my Alpine Two Porsches, two Benzes, a Ferrari Testarossa And a Rolls Royce Roadster Miami Vice tried to get with This but they didn't Cause Seattle ain't bullshittin' Yeah I wanna say What's up to my DJ Punish My boy Strange Across the water, what's up LX? Bookie, Mark P, MC Fury The group EQ Old 40 ounce drinkin' AD, Always Dangerous PD2, Tribe, ECP, Ready and Willin' Nasty Ness and Glen Boyd P. O. S., Brothers of the Same Mind LSR, High Performance What's up 8-Ball? Cazzy D, Villains in Black J1, E-Dog, my boy T-Mac PLB, MC Cash My boy With the hookup on the Zoids, Freak Coordinator Bubba, DJ Skill and my boy ARP And everybody In Sea-Town and T-Town Stay strong