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Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled plays in the background

Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west
Oliver receives community service hours
for weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was brutally but two fools said she did it to herself
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly
And you say I be proud of this song
about it AMERICA!

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living like hell in a of death
Protectors of the people bullet-proof vests
little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, em up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican
Pinstripe suits, experts at
war, but some want out
Trapped in a box the ghetto we shout
Headin for the strip 'cause the squares hip
Sell a couple keys, make the home boys
The president is a dope friend
The governments but the dope got in
Punish the accused, but the trial was
A black man's in a all white court
The dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Two: Sir

The had a plan for a rescue
They intelligence never makes miscues
The was a day of death
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the
No negotions a terrorist force
But still buzzin' offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's but the hearts not gone
The burning of the in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're by few
We pay big money to the ones do
The christian militia, they us big knowledge
But the pentagon up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie orders from the number one man
But the hit the fan and superiors ran
tripped, the committee said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Three: Sir

Am I a communist? No. But my ain't slow
Not ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the with clout
I was mad at the world cause I felt out
hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
I realize I'm a modern day
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home boys mother a buggy and a bag
People walk by, laughin at
I looked in her and I soon saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The american dream once again got
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a
Fight for the man, and the man plays
by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You it on the soldier, but your government did it

My anthem
My anthem
You gonna me now about the care and feedin of politicians

Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, uncut P-Funk
Headin over borders in a scent-free
Coffee over dope, but the dog sniff it
Remember that lady that was broke, widdit
Started with a key, 17 G's
Then got shipment, pure D
for Brumlen, the money was betta
Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere
Crime, revenge, I'm you this
The people that laugh are the that knows
Her community complained, callin the
But was the community when she was in the street
Dope's comin in, it's em at random
And I'm ashamed of my national

My anthem
My anthem
My national
I'm of my national anthem