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"The police, urge people, to keep their guns locked up and unloaded" |
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"Congress today, seems on the verge of approving gun control" |
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[Verse One: Sir Mix-A-Lot] |
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It's, time to fight back cause the new jack black macks |
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ain't did SHIT about that, whack, jackin |
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And I'm packin |
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Cause I'm down for the bank I'm stackin |
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And in a straight up brawl I'll mall alla y'all |
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Ya try to crawl for Tylenol and I install |
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big fists in your face, the blow is well placed |
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Spray 'em with mace in case mace is his taste |
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Throw up the dogs, the competition is fogged |
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Cause he was smokin the yang, iced and drink the 8-ball |
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Drunk, stumblin, threw him with the lean |
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I sweep him, then attack the spleen |
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Play the congas on his backbone |
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He's funk baritone until I twisted his dome |
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Creep up on my house and try to roll me up? |
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And got STUCK IN THE GUT with a black, glock |
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And he starts to wobble |
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Self-defense is what I'm claimin, let's squabble |
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I pick up a pipe to take plenty of quick swipes |
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One grazed his dome and sliced his eye whites |
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I don't give a DAMN bout a stupid ass burgular |
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It's all circular |
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The dope dealer sells dope to the dope smoker |
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The smoker breaks in and tries to choke ya |
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But I ain't the one to run from ya son |
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This is MY HOUSE, and it's FULLA GUNS! |
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I'm down for mine and my choke is nice and hard |
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When you jack the boss there ain't no holds barred! |
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No holds barred |
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No holds barred |
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No holds barred |
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[Verse Two: Sir Mix-A-Lot] |
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I'm crushin most hoods like Katie-dids[?] |
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I'm pleadin guilty for the damage I did |
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This ain't about random violence |
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The [?] crept into my house, FUCK SILENCE |
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Now most punks wanna run for the stun gun |
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Fuck a stun gun, I got the big one |
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Forty-four mag, automatic, CHROME |
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Mercury-tipped bullets, melt the dome |
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It's the 1990's, and crack is |
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talkin to the criminals, ever so subliminal |
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Some crackhead wants Mix-A-Lot dead |
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A jack move instead, another fool bled |
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I can't cry cause my tears are nearly froze |
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My interior's cold, it posess my soul |
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I'm on the paranoid tip |
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And each of my socks got a clip! |
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When my house got robbed, a top notch job |
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Cops laughed while my mom just sobbed |
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9-1-1 only works for the rich ones |
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So I collect GUNS! |
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So step right through if you're down for the wrong move |
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Most crews are moved by my twelve gauge BOOM! |
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How can I love when I gotta |
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protect my neck from a punk suspect? |
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Gun control - I ain't wit it |
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They banned the AK and any fool can STILL get it |
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The innocent have been beaten, bruised and scarred |
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But for this citizen, there ain't no holds barred |
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"It is an absolute infringement on my second amendment rights" |
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No holds barred |
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"When is this attack on gun owners going to end?" |
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No holds barred |
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"Education, versus restriction" |
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[Verse Three: Sir Mix-A-Lot] |
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Hypothetical situation |
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Gun control starts sweepin the nation |
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Now you got a bunch of unarmed innocent victims |
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Gettin FUCKED by the system |
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Sittin at home with a butter knife, huh |
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Any fool could rape your wife |
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So what's up when the criminals can't be stopped? |
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The only one with guns are the COPS |
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But it's hard for a brother to trust police |
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Huh, so the shit don't cease |
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So I go downtown to buy a hot gun |
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I hated criminals, and now I'm one |
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Because I bought a gat to protect my house |
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The cops wanna bust me out? |
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So it's illegal to protect yourself? |
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Hell, you either get killed, or you in jail |
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So when you vote |
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You better think about what I just wrote |
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And FUCK writin a note to yo' Congressman! |
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You got the fool hired |
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Now help get the fool fired |
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A scary scenario |
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And I put it in your stereo |
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So when a fool tries to run up on my car |
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R.I.P., no holds barred |
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No holds barred |
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No holds barred |
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"They take aim, at the law abiding citizen, instead of the criminal" |
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[applause] |
