Sir Mix-A-Lot | Lyrics | What's Real

1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin', "Good Times"
Feelin' like J.J., I'm standin' in the food bank line

My momma was ridin' on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
She got a .38 sittin' in her purse
'Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse

So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And you're lyin' when you say your street educated
'Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty

So stop frontin' to your friends like you knew me
'Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So f*** your respect and the s*** you claim ya did
To all ya real, when ya claimin' ya gang bang

Doin' everythin' to gain fame and get yourself a name
But I done seen my homies gettin' smoked over dice games
When you was still at home doin' nice things
Back in the days of turtle wax on Cadillacs

Life to a brother was hoes and macks
I had to come up some way
Pimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school me
Why moms was puttin' in eight to twelve?

I was in the hood gettin' schooled on makin' mail
I can't let my moms die a poor black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner

Da-da-da-down for mine
You gonna buy me a motherfuckin' car?
So what's real fool?
Da-da-da-down for mine
You gonna buy me a motherfuckin' car?

Back when MLK Way was Empire Way
I was stuck on broke but I used to hear pimps say
Better get what you can get before you get got
Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice