Lyrics:
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
KX80, and he's
Been street-riding ever since fans have come
To associate him with riding
Illegal on the street but
Increasingly popular in
Urban areas all
side of the street ain't always sunny
Even when it rains, we're coming up daisy's
Just a couple kids living this American dream baby
Tell me what
American kids
Just American kids
And we drove all night
Under no street lights
And blew on home
With the wind and sun
Tripped by the pool at dawn
Just
and to a lesser extent
Britain and Italy
Were lifted out of the debris Of war by the Americans
Who poured in billions of dollars
And forgave other
fucking fiends
Kill em all by any means
It’s time to set the people free
Kill them off in masses, the American disgrace
Hang them from their crosses that
up in 'em like root canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Deeper
the Declaration of Independence
With liberty and justice for all
But something happened since Jefferson called the Bible the cornerstone
For American liberty
tough in the American cities
But when you're weary and blue don't the streets make a beautiful sound
I've been to all the great American cities
I
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
I'm back
Ooh
Yeah
I'm applying pressure, got my foot on necks
That a big flex
I'm rolling with bosses and street execs
You rolling with rejects
I
on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I
of that American Pie
I'm trying to get my piece of the pie
Open my eyes
Wake up everyday and I grind
Because I'm trying
To come up not just get by
Yeah I
attitude on the night I was born
I grew up running these roads until my feet turned black
And I discovered Kid Rock in my mama's Pontiac
When I was 10
wonder where they sauce at
I be in the streets don't give a fuck where I cross at
With a hole in my palm, I wonder where my cross at
Halfway stigmata
Not
America in this radical period
And at the core of their
Success is a premise
A Law of Power that has been known and
Used by all the fearless spirit's in
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
to pick her up, I was in shock
Cause she brought her friend along for a road block
[biz sings]
American woman! why you do it to meeeeee?
American woman!
know
I went from an American kid to a bum on the street in your neighborhood.
There are things about me that you don't know
true: that money equals power
How much do you have if I pay you by the hour
The American Dream is a veiled arms race
And if you weren't the first to get
Because the Kid's much more than hair and a smile
[ Kid ]
He-he
There it is, the hype shit
[ Play ]
Oh, I see
Think you all that now?
[ Kid ]
Yup
on the show
The Streets is Watching or whatever
I'm lookin', these were superstars in my eyes
And they still are, you know
So, Jay came in and he spit all
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