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Sir Mix-A-Lot( Sir Mix A Lot )
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No Holds Barred
Lyricist:Anthony L. Ray
The police, urge people, to keep their guns locked up and unloaded Congress today, seems on the verge of approving gun control
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 all a 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 And 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
I'm crushin most hoods like Katie dids I'm pleadin guilty for the damage I did This ain't about random violence The crowd stepped into my house, fuck silence
Now most punks wanna run for the stun gun Fuck a stun gun, I got the big one 44 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 possess my soul Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 911 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 12 gauze 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
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 that law abiding citizen, instead of the criminal
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