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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
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot] Criticized by the main stream For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean But I can't, so I ain't But I won't play
[Sir Mix-A-Lot] Tightly knit, my script is legit I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold I did "Posse
Get busy! Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak So cute in a suit, my beats can see Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete You can fold my robe,
to kiss, suckers throw a fist A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this [Sir Mix-A-Lot talking] Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
the Crowbar with some common sense You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin presidents [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot ] One of these
home Ornament is good coz I don't like chrome That's rippin' That's rippin' Chillin' never illin' in the place to be Down with MIX-A-LOT
live Mix-A-Lot You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up But my gat close range, take his
seven-nine three one one) With beepers (Enter telephone number or numeric message Press the pound key now) [Sir Mix-A-Lot] Pagers, call 'em what you
toward South Shore, wrong way homey This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill Ain't no place to run so you
there ain't shit to do But then sir jinx played his mix And you thought that shit played out in eighty six Lookin' for my dogs Looked up in
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ] ...All this ill shit This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? 'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
Uh! I did good in my hood as a youngster The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed I dug Soul
a...Gold digga, gold digga, gold digga yeah. [Luda] She's dreaming schemin on a way to get your dough She hit a lot of reelin now hit the flow, you just
wrong It's all its all, she deserves more Red lipstick bo', French press col' You know she queen bee by the way she wear her gold Honey gettin' money
Mix-a-Lot 'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot Streets dried up Get tied up for small packs Niggas workin' Phone wired up, don't call back I'm
pack heat Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
wife because of it But I got this life because of it Told ya, game don't never get old [Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] Yeah don't grab the game bull by
walking, talking trynna do it like me No you don't do it like me I know a lot of man that think they do it like me I know a lot of man that think they
a physician Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade You never heard my voice
the lot Gold diggers flag me down, trying to get me to stop But oh no, a nigga recognized disguise I looked past that thick ass, and them big ol'
almost hip gettin' curious Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue Cadillac, some think I'm a mover But the gold on the wheels
it's done, uh I did good in my hood as a youngster The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed I
to the cash and, you can see a nigga shining Just a little gold, a couple hoes, couple two, three diamonds Up in the hood where you find 'em, unless he out
and glaze is the greed gold mix me Your bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur No longer,