Lyrics:
I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
Once upon a time in an obscure
Part of the Milky Way Galaxy
There was a spinning ball of water and
Rock ruled by the forces of evil
The Devil
brother and that'll help us
Get our connect back
To win my spot in the hood but it's all good
I don't down you foreigner
Cause if a shoot out is what you
indigenous, you are extraneous
Can you find the exit out the door
We are business people and we stand for prosperity
Your land needs development and foreigners
flashes that foreigners Can't see fever from folklore stories I feel they flukes finally I see what fam and family can do reasons for resolutions realize
Fach of tunes sound like the wind whistling
to those who are seen as foreigners
in their native land
It cries like my ceassless wails and
laments it
remind me of Dangles out of Shottas
Shot ain’t handling you right
Give me inside info
And we'll swing by his home
Like we got a warrant to be in there
This
ain't lookin' for alliances)
Pourin' red, I got a pint of it, it help my sinuses (uh)
They try to tell us play by the rules, but I don't comply to it,
knocks me over in the corridor
Never says hello like I'm a foreigner
He's a fuckin tool we call him Tooly Mcdouche
Sits on his throne and dreams of who
Faint sounds coming from my window,
Is someone there?
Mind playing tricks again
Must be the midnight air
A foreigner in a far away land
the haters to become believers
I'd pay Kanye West to punch Justin Bieber
And then I'd buy a bunch of heroin and get really arrogant
And pay all the foreigners
how I do
Get sex by the minute who know how I move
Don't think man are nerds
I ain't no fucking chicken, but I got my dick in your bird
Hotties
were 13
And you walked outside and thought that things were cool
It's the wrong time to sit and cry by yourself
When you didn't end up going to indo
compromise me to death
I'll bow and bleat like a sheep
So narrow minded is the bed
We lay in, but never sleep
Warm welcome for the foreigners
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait
And I appealed to their decency show mercy on this
foreigners
Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic
Say you've got keys, think you're like Khaled
Think you're stunting on me, what, with my balance?
Bro
Ima dog boy feel like zillakami
Get the shipments from foreigners like Tommy
Grew up a rug rat boss baby like Tommy
Walk around with 2 Ks I’m felling
for my life
Fact that I hate my job and my wife
Them bloody foreigners
They're the reason I don't read
And eat too many pies
That I believe in too many
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