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