Lirik Lagu National Anthem - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background
Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west OaklandOliver North receives community service hoursfor selling weapons to known terroristsTawana was brutally raped but two fools said she did it to herselfA six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfullyAnd you say I should be proud of this songThink about it AMERICA!
Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm living like hell in a world of deathProtectors of the people wear bullet-proof vestsYour little nephew, flipped him a UziTook to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?"Locked in a trunk by Republican villainsPinstripe suits, experts at killinCivil war, but some want outTrapped in a box called the ghetto we shoutHeadin for the strip cuz the squares ain't hipSell a couple keys, make the home boys tripThe president is a dope man's friendThe governments strong but the dope got inPunish the accused, but the trial was shortA black man's dogged in a all white courtThe jury dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescueThey said intelligence never makes miscuesThe thirty-first was a day of deathLieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the restNo negotions with a terrorist forceBut Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver NorthThe Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not goneThe burning of the flag in Iran goes onAnti-American, we're loved by fewWe pay big money to the ones that doThe christian militia, they give us big knowledgeBut the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledgeOllie took orders from the number one manBut the crap hit the fan and superiors ranDemocrats tripped, the committee said can emNow I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slowNot long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'Never helped out by the ones with cloutI was mad at the world cause I felt left outStealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paidI realize I'm a modern day slavePosse downtown, the sight was setI saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bagPeople walk by, laughin at povertyI looked in her face and I soon saw meCollege educated, but she can't get a jobThe american dream once again got robbedVietnam vets on the street, that's a shameFight for the man, and the man plays gamesDogged by the hippies, dope smokin' criticsYou blame it on the soldier, but your government did it
My national anthemMy national anthemYou gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians
Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Bolivia, Columbia, the CIAAny similarities, I won't sayBut the dope gets in, uncut like P-FunkHeadin over borders in a scent-free trunkCoffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff itRemember that lady that was broke, she's widditStarted with a key, clocked 17 G'sThen got another shipment, pure DHeadin for Brumlen, the money was bettaRollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweaterCrime, revenge, I'm tellin you thisThe people that laugh are the people that knowsHer community complained, callin the policeBut where was the community when she was in the streetDope's comin in, it's killin em at randomAnd I'm ashamed of my national anthem
My national anthemMy national anthemMy national anthemI'm ashamed of my national anthem
Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west OaklandOliver North receives community service hoursfor selling weapons to known terroristsTawana was brutally raped but two fools said she did it to herselfA six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfullyAnd you say I should be proud of this songThink about it AMERICA!
Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm living like hell in a world of deathProtectors of the people wear bullet-proof vestsYour little nephew, flipped him a UziTook to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?"Locked in a trunk by Republican villainsPinstripe suits, experts at killinCivil war, but some want outTrapped in a box called the ghetto we shoutHeadin for the strip cuz the squares ain't hipSell a couple keys, make the home boys tripThe president is a dope man's friendThe governments strong but the dope got inPunish the accused, but the trial was shortA black man's dogged in a all white courtThe jury dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescueThey said intelligence never makes miscuesThe thirty-first was a day of deathLieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the restNo negotions with a terrorist forceBut Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver NorthThe Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not goneThe burning of the flag in Iran goes onAnti-American, we're loved by fewWe pay big money to the ones that doThe christian militia, they give us big knowledgeBut the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledgeOllie took orders from the number one manBut the crap hit the fan and superiors ranDemocrats tripped, the committee said can emNow I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slowNot long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'Never helped out by the ones with cloutI was mad at the world cause I felt left outStealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paidI realize I'm a modern day slavePosse downtown, the sight was setI saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bagPeople walk by, laughin at povertyI looked in her face and I soon saw meCollege educated, but she can't get a jobThe american dream once again got robbedVietnam vets on the street, that's a shameFight for the man, and the man plays gamesDogged by the hippies, dope smokin' criticsYou blame it on the soldier, but your government did it
My national anthemMy national anthemYou gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians
Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Bolivia, Columbia, the CIAAny similarities, I won't sayBut the dope gets in, uncut like P-FunkHeadin over borders in a scent-free trunkCoffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff itRemember that lady that was broke, she's widditStarted with a key, clocked 17 G'sThen got another shipment, pure DHeadin for Brumlen, the money was bettaRollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweaterCrime, revenge, I'm tellin you thisThe people that laugh are the people that knowsHer community complained, callin the policeBut where was the community when she was in the streetDope's comin in, it's killin em at randomAnd I'm ashamed of my national anthem
My national anthemMy national anthemMy national anthemI'm ashamed of my national anthem
