Sir Mix-A-Lot - No Holds Barred paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson No Holds Barred - Sir Mix-A-Lot



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
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



Writer(s): Ray Anthony L


Sir Mix-A-Lot - Mack Daddy
Album Mack Daddy
date de sortie
02-01-2013




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