A Rappers Reputation lyrics

I`m rollin` in a Nine-Oh van. California, that`s my plan
Got memories Mix-A-Lot 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