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sir mix-a-lot - y'all don't know lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m back when most cats rap for no scratch
i was minimum wage and i’m hungry and ragin’
no vacation hatin’ my situation
i’m hearin’ freaky rumors ’bout exploitation
a new vocation, i change locations
i’m workin’ for this chick but she pays well
so i figure why raise h+ll? they say the s+x sells
and every now and then i gotta pay bail
but now i’m sweatin’ in mail i’m only 20 years young
and a brand+new pimp [?]
with the big grill, lookin’ tacky as h+ll
i got rolls in my head with an eight+inch cell
i’m doin’ things i’m ‘shamed of, a game with no love
with cats and polka+dotted suits and croc’ boots with spurs
that’s right, spurs
spin ’em on the chick to work curves, feel me?

[chorus]
y’all fools don’t know ’bout how this black man done changed (yeah)
y’all fools don’t know ’bout how i picked up this game (where i get it from)
y’all fools don’t know ’bout all these sistas i’ve lost (sorry baby)
y’all fools don’t know ’bout how much all this pimpin’ costs

[bridge]
but i lost my
where are they now?
nah, the question is, where have they been?
i’m tryna peel back these pimp+plated punks
sift through the junk and ashes
expose these plastic asses, yeah
[verse 2]
i’m 24 with a [?] and cash flow
the story’s the game but this cat got game
and i rise
a top+feeder in need of a street heater to protect trick greeters
i need gs so what am i to be to charge fees
and break bread with heavyweight gs
put a 40+footer in the sea, mbzs
and get pleased in the florida keys
you see, i wasn’t built to top [?], so what would one say
if young ray just wanted to dj?
and scratch mix for big+booty chicks and do
tricks on dance floors to impress male hoes
the tale goes: the strong survive
realize that my eyes is on this prize
and why cry about your first release? the name’s known
not paid yet but the lights is on
got a crib with no pots and pans you eat with your hands
but i’m stickin’ to the game plan
got a girl that i love no disrespect helpin’ me out
with little spot+on checks and imma wreck+ check it

[chorus]
y’all fools don’t know ’bout how this black man done changed (uh)
y’all fools don’t know ’bout how i picked up this game (mega pimpin’)
y’all fools don’t know ’bout all these sistas i’ve lost (lost ’em)
y’all fools don’t know ’bout how much all this pimpin’ costs (h+ll no)
[verse 3]

if homies is starvin’ ima fatten ’em
cause now we ratpackin ’em, baby backslappin ’em
so we can mack back at ’em
don’t believe the ‘one hit wonder’ sh+t

a little dough, a little dough
a little dough, all before the nine+o
the lawsuit hit in nine+one
all of a sudden the rap game’s no fun
a big ton of bricks hit my bank account quick
tryina break a brother down, seven figures not six
but unlike most this rapper don’t blow smoke
and i do not like broke, i must increase my gross

i’m fast but flyin o’
a dynamo with mega+dough
i got my daddy ridin’ a big+body mom and a small bro
i’m signin’ in my interviews
i even had a female crew
so what’s next? internal revenue

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