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 cuz 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