"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]
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No Holds Barred
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
