Lyrics:
house is our playground
We don't play with nothin but white kids
Waka born in '86, Slim was born in '87
I was born in '86, D-Bo born in '87
Eighty
K'Naan is a musician and poet
MOGADISHU, Somalia
ONE has to be careful about
Stories especially true ones
When a story is told the first time, it
of Usher
Why is that other sound The House
not hidden by of Usher
echoes of the storm? shall stand.
The House
But
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
with your brains
In damnatio memoriae
Let us one day be able to sing
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy, spite the cannibal I am
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
(yeh-auh!)
Born the same day as Martin Luther King (hehe)
Miami boys we all dream of flipping keys (ha)
No more street dreams
Now I own a house in
you been around one (been around one)
We poppin' champagne on a jet, think I been wildin' (you're wild)
Bottle after bottle, I just drank a gallon
doctor
And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now" ..
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put
This is the way I was born
Wild by nature
Cause' I'm wild to my core
I would break these chains that tie me
But they are here indefinitely
To make due
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
This a letter to my first born
Just know my word always be bond
I put you on before you even
Took your first air
You my first heir
I'll always
the road and run
I am done with the 9 to 5, my life tied to fill a bank account
I wanna be out in the wild, dirt on my hands and boots, cigars, horizon views
send 'em back son, or feel that casket
The peeps be like one (one)
I'm moving on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
G-O-D
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
I was born in Oklahoma in 1969
My daddy played the honky tonks
Out on the county line
One night he took me with him
Through those swingin' doors
and Spike Lee
Busta Rhymes Lou Reed Maggie Gyllenhaal
And Notorious B.I.G
You can tell them all that I'll be getting high
So just drop on by
If I could live
to loose
Born to be wild
Not to stay for a while
Running free, feeling free
I was born to be me.
Staring up, at the clouds
They go (by) past so fast,
cnd I
runnin,
fuck up us by them thug life control
How should the thugster
Must be in the area
Outlaw does the law
Dept on the gangsta
When's Ital Joe
mesquite and that Laredo leather.
I wasn't born a rebel, but my heart was meant to be....in Texas!
As I walk the crowded city the Lone Star calls
other sides of the Earth
Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization's cursed
But luckily I'm born to be wild and I'll be out
Move crowds collect
other sides of the Earth
Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization's cursed
But luckily I'm born to be wild and I'll be out
Move crowds collect
mobbin' while we lynchin'
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did I mention? (Keep it gangsta, nigga!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on,
phone call hit up amigo
Hop in the tahoe pull me a drive by
Hop out the tahoe jump in the regal
Cause i don't wild out
Me and madman different
Wouldn't
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