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I'm rollin' in a Nine Oh van. California  that's my plan 
Got memories Mixalot left in limbo  first stop Sacremento 
Here we go  hit a club called Bentleys 
Want a skirt to git wit' me  hit me 
There's a girl with a back like a Cadillac 
I walked up and got pushed back 
Her boyfriend tell her I'm a play a 
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme say a 
My reputation offends this man 
Next day hit Williamland Park 
Creepin' like a shark 
Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk 
"What up?", "Howya like to roll wit' a champ?" 
"Please! All ya'll rappers is tramps" 
My reputation is stoppin' my mission 
Every freak in Sac is dissin' 
Back on the four lane freeway 
Next stop, the two-one-three, L.A. 
The two-one-three is rough 
But the Mixalot game is tough 
Spot a young girl and I start that gamin' 
Baby girl asks what set am I claimin' 
"Just cuz I rap, I gotta be in gang?" 
It ain't a black thang, it's a rap thang 
Censorship is sweepin' the nation 
Messin' up a rap stars reputation 

A rappers reputation, that's what I got 

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 Guchies 
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 
Didn't need a Houston skirt to get with me 
But the nights still young 
And the hunk ain't done 
So we stepped to the van 
Attitude's out of it 
The next club, The Main Event 
We never think about a 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 
With a rap stars rep, 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 'n I'll 
getcha right back, peace." 

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 K.C. we go The Gates and Suns 
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'm acked with bass not treble 
So I say, Oogley-goo oogley-doo-goo-doo 
"What'd you say?" I ain't tellin' you 
You see the Mix game is laced with riddles 
It ain't moaney, it's Mix in the middle 
In walked my ex named Wendy 
She got a fresh Dooney Bag 
'Cause she's tired of Fendi 
Oooh, could a brother be busted 
Because Wendy trusted, Me? 
An' ah told a lit'l lie 'n 
Said I was a loyal guy 
Wendy got mad and she wants to dis me 
In Kansas City 
Wendy starts to groovin' 
Hands on her hips and her hair starts movin' 
She said the Mixalot game is phony 
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies 
But talkin' that stuff is my occupation 
That's how I got this reputation 

A rappers reputation, got a rappers reputation 
Bring it on down. A rappers reputation, bring it back 
A rappers reputation, that's what I got. A rappers 
reputation, peace.

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