National Anthem Lyrics
| Song | National Anthem |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Seminar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 mixalot | |
| I' m living like hell in a world of death | |
| Protectors of the people wear bulletproof 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 mixalot | |
| The pentagon had a plan for a rescue | |
| They said intelligence never makes miscues | |
| The thirtyfirst 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 | |
| Antiamerican, 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 mixalot | |
| Am i a communist? no. but my brain ain' t slow | |
| Not long ago, mixalot 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 mixalot | |
| Bolivia, columbia, the cia | |
| Any similarities, i won' t say | |
| But the dope gets in, uncut like pfunk | |
| Headin over borders in a scentfree 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 |
| 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 mixalot | |
| I' m living like hell in a world of death | |
| Protectors of the people wear bulletproof 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 mixalot | |
| The pentagon had a plan for a rescue | |
| They said intelligence never makes miscues | |
| The thirtyfirst 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 | |
| Antiamerican, 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 mixalot | |
| Am i a communist? no. but my brain ain' t slow | |
| Not long ago, mixalot 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 mixalot | |
| Bolivia, columbia, the cia | |
| Any similarities, i won' t say | |
| But the dope gets in, uncut like pfunk | |
| Headin over borders in a scentfree 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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