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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.



[Verse 2: Sir Mix-a-Lot]

First you wanna sound like Ice Cube

Jumping on stage with a mic trying to mean mug fools

Now you wanna be like Snoop

But you can't

Cause you fake with your shit, Nigga you and your crew

Bitch Motherfucker out of Woodinville

Faking just to get a little record deal

Used to try to rap like Chuck D

Ain't had a soul sister since I known you G

Huh

And thats real

Now ask your homeboys how they feel

And they will tell your ass the real

Scoop up your cats

With your fake gangsta ass

You could fool them for a minute

But that shit won't last

You sound kind of hard on your demo

But If your Mom and Dad heard it, they would beat your ass though

Cause you is a bitch made gangsta sap

Tellin' all these stories about your see through gat

Ever since I known you

you had one gat

But like a cluck motherfucker you sold that

Yeah

You wanted me to come real

Huh

Now you got your cat peeled beeaatch

And don't start frontin' bout your pimp game youngster

You fuck your own hoes like a trick ass busta

Learn the game brfore you claim it son

Study Hustlers 101

You's a motherfuckin Ainsta



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[Verse 3: Sir Mix-A-Lot]

What you did on the grind don't impress me

Four years of slanging and your pockets is still empty

And you say yu got street game

Need to buffalo your money like a baller man

But bitch made niggas get no love

I done seen your pictures with your fake ass mean mug

Kind of lookin' like a sweet thang

An old pretty motherfucker with a swap meet ring

Khakis nice and fit

looking like your punk ass at the Chevron bitch

Got your gut all bunched up

Shirt tucked in'

A forty in your hand with a stupid ass grin

Fake like a motherfucker

Swearing you is a player when your girl is with another sucker

But you won't cut her loose, cause you can't shake her

You is a motherfucking Ainsta



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