Lyrics:
the things that we most likely
Take for granted through our everyday occurrences
And currency is hard to come by
When you're trying to get by
Livin' in the USA
This is the way that I party fasho
This is the way that I party fasho
Fasho
I'm on I'm on
Sippin on Rose no need for Patron
I'm gone I'm gone
I'm
gassed and shot at
For being angry, sad, hurt over the murders
By the ones claiming to protect and uphold the law
Can you see the "American dream" then?
in our neighborhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now!
(This is car number 5-0
We have no control over the situation
We are
and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous ?B? movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper ?The
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
them aces down there
Er, in between your knees
And don't be makin' all them funny signs
Like you tryin' to tip off your hand
Just talk in American, boy,
hanging over manicured lawns
Police batons and body bags
All those poor kids coming home dead
Straight from the Nam
We were born in the American bubble
black history is all I'm saying
Ah
And then there was Deja or Tyra Banks with Omar Epps and High Learner
Man, I owe John Singleton many thanks
He had me
Yeah, fuck that, look, the contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Is elected Miss Saigon!
[AMERICANS]
The heat is on in Saigon
And things are not going well
But still at midnight, the party goes on
A good-bye party
The night is host
One might last long enough
To leave it all behind
Reject the spirits that will haunt you
Protect the midnight rituals
We've been here
We've
and times of someone else
It doesn't benefit your wealth or your mental health
I go for self, but the real self is one with all
This self who's by himself
you're around me
Had so many demons needed healing still you crowned me
They say that love is blind
Not always seeing eye to eye
But prove you're by my
deal)
Yo, I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will)
That's amore, all day, mind over matter
And my forte is foreplay, sex on a platter
Have it your
Yeah
Ayy
Yeah
Ayy
Novl
Ah
Ayy
Got a call from my dawggs
Ain't no time to wait we executing all of my thoughts
All the fruits to my own labour are
Infested by cracks and gats and gangs and crime
Trying to survive in the South, where it's all about that grind
Where it's all about that grind
Is the Lord
and how it spins
This is what's playing in my mind over & over again
I am who I am luv who I be - I think I found peace
I am who I am luv who I be - open
people are getting jailed. Covert operations never seen or heard by American senses. Funded by the dirty hands of greed... their international drug scheme.
takes to do this, I can't tolerate just losin'
I'm jumping over all the cracks in the sidewalk
I'm being honest, I'm not like these other rappers you
peers
Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears
But wait, wildest part of all of that is
They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right
The Super Bowl is the championship game of the National Football League (NFL), the highest level of professional American football in the United
world revolution is bound to spread,
We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'
And wait until we drop down dead.
A likely story
Land
world revolution is bound to spread,
We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'
And wait until we drop down dead.
A likely story
Land
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