A Rapper's Reputation Album Version

Yeah, what's up? What's up with you? What you mean, what's up with me? Didn't I see you kickin' it with Mix-a-Lot right There? Um, yeah, and? And but you know what them rap stars are All about. They're only out for one thing, and That's gettin' in your panties. Oh, but I know what I'm about. I'm about just takin' his money and his car, You know. Oh, well hey, sister girl, if that's What you all about, I'm down for that. Hey, I'm in it to win it, you know. All right, girl, then peace out. Peace. I'm rollin' in a nine-oh van. California, that's my plan. Got memories, Mix-a-Lot left in limbo. First stop, Sacramento. Here we go, in a club called Beckley's. Want a skirt to get with me, hit me. There's a girl with a back like a Cadillac. I walked up and got pushed back. Her boyfriend told her I'm player. Drop salts on a dope rhyme sayer. My reputation offends this man. Next day, hit William Land Park. Creepin' like a shark. Spotted bad freak and I Swooped like a hawk. What up? How you like to roll with a champ? Please, all y'all rappers is tramp. My reputation is stoppin' my mission. Every freak in Sac is dissin'. Back on the four-lane freeway. Next stop, the two-one-three, LA. The two-one-three is rough, but the Mix-a-Lot game Is tough. Spot a young girl and I start That gamin'. Baby girl ask what set am I Claimin'. Just 'cause I rap, I gotta be in A gang? It ain't a black thing, it's a Rap thing. Censorship is sweepin' the nation. Messin' up a rap star's reputation. A rapper's reputation. That's what I got. Got a rapper's reputation. So I'm finished with the two-one-three. I knock baby, but it's time to leave. Two days on the Hard Rock boys is cruisin'. Interstate ten, straight to Houston. They tell me 'bout the girls in the Fifth Ward. You know the boys must score. So we hit a fly club called Guccis. Lookin' for the skirts with the largest booties. Girlies in the club wasn't takin' no shorts. Showin' no remorse for a brother like Mix. Lookin' for the smooth dip. Need a Houston skirt to get with me. But the night's still young, and the hunt ain't Done. So we step to the van, attitude's evident. Next club, the main event. We never think about dress code. Just step up in the club and let the Game roll. But as soon as my boy Maharaji Pulls up, some punk starts runnin' up. He said, "You don't wanna be with a rap Star. They play you for your money and your Car." Well, my boy got crushed, but the girl Stepped off. Where the rap stars rap, the girls Are lost. Hey, yo, what's up? This is Mix. I had to make a run Right quick, but leave your name and number and I'll get you right back. Peace. Right. Uh, you ain't had no run to make. You need to pick up the phone and set Elena up with that other rapper. Honey, call me back. A rapper's reputation. A rapper's reputation. That's what I got. So the posse left Houston, Texas. All the girls keep callin' us sexist. Houston media is givin' us rappers no pity, So we all hit Kansas City. In KC, we go to the Gates and Sons. Gotta get grub 'fore we run. Met a little freak named Stacy. I said, "I'm not just here for the barbecue, Baby." She gave me that look like pebbles. I mack with bass, not treble. So I say, "Oobly goo, oobly doo, doo, goo." What'd you say? I ain't tellin' you. You see, the Mix game is laced with riddles. It ain't 'monious, Mix in the middle. In walk my ex named Wendy. She got a fresh Dooney bag 'cause she's tired Of Fendi. Ooh, could a brother be busted because Wendy trusted me? And I told a little lie and said I Was a loyal guy. Wendy got mad and she wants to diss me. In Kansas City, Wendy starts to groovin'. Hands on her hips and her head starts movin'. She said the Mix-a-Lot game is phony. Just tell her son I'm runnin' girls like ponies. But talkin' that smack is my occupation. That's how I got this reputation. A rapper's reputation. Mm. I got a rapper's reputation. Bring on down. Huh. A rapper's reputation. Bring it back. A rapper's reputation. That's what I got. A rapper's reputation. Peace.