"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 SHIT 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 dope dealer sells dope to the dope 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 crushin 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, FUCK SILENCE

Now most punks wanna run for the stun gun

Fuck 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 FUCKED 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 shit 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 FUCK 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]