Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland Oliver North receives community service hours for selling weapons to known terrorists Tawana was brutally raped, but two fools said she did it to herself A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully And you say I should be proud of this song Think about it AMERICA! Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot I'm living like hell in a world of death Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi Took to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?" Locked in a trunk by Republican villains Pinstripe suits, experts at killin Civil war, but some want out Trapped in a box called the ghetto we shout Headin for the strip 'cause the squares ain't hip Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip The president is a dope man's friend The governments strong but the dope got in Punish the accused, but the trial was short A black man's dogged in a all white court The 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 rescue They said intelligence never makes miscues The thirty-first was a day of death Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the rest No negotions with a terrorist force But Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone The burning of the flag in Iran goes on Anti-American, we're loved by few We pay big money to the ones that do The christian militia, they give us big knowledge But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge Ollie took orders from the number one man But the crap hit the fan and superiors ran Democrats tripped, the committee said can em Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po' Never helped out by the ones with clout I was mad at the world cause I felt left out Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid I realize I'm a modern day slave Posse downtown, the sight was set I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag People walk by, laughin at poverty I looked in her face and I soon saw me College educated, but she can't get a job The american dream once again got robbed Vietnam vets on the street, that's a shame Fight for the man, and the man plays games Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it My national anthem My national anthem You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA Any similarities, I won't say But the dope gets in, uncut like P-Funk Headin over borders in a scent-free trunk Coffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff it Remember that lady that was broke, she's widdit Started with a key, clocked 17 G's Then got another shipment, pure D Headin for Brumlen, the money was betta Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you this The people that laugh are the people that knows Her community complained, callin the police But where was the community when she was in the street Dope's comin in, it's killin em at random And I'm ashamed of my national anthem My national anthem My national anthem My national anthem I'm ashamed of my national anthem
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