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and McLeans Gateway Motor Freight , Transport, Vikings Dixie, Ohio, and Trans American Some East Texas, Mason Dixon, Watkin and Transcon Wilson Associate got
From a old time college degree And when I walked by I heard 'em Saying he was something to see Well now don't you know that I'm the American Son
die) I was built big and strong on the state's best apple pie I'm better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-why 12 gauge in their back, hell would
redneck and I just refuse to die (He won't die) I was built big and strong on the state's best apple pie I'm better than them limey pin-heads in
They got lies so big They don't make a noise They tell 'em so well Like a secret disease That makes you go numb With a big ol' lie And a flag
I got 36 expressions! Sweet as pie to tough as leather And that's 36 expressions more than all those Baltimores puttogether. So 'stead of just
their backs snapped By 12 inch pressure of financial bigotry You know I've still got pride in who I wanna be I don't wanna be like them, I just wanna be
my people insist on hidin' the American dream And it's like the home of the free And mom's apple pie I got whiped for the meltin' pod I
don't know why, can get by on a natural high. My high is the strength of my nature it's a good vibration, now, feeling sensation. CHORUS Who was born
You bougie hoes like, That's What I'm Looking For Do, your moms think I'm a hell of a guy Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie I scar deep
tolling For the D's keep folding Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb By the jet black blur Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta Don
They can't hold us back You've gotta live your life by Saturday Or remain just another American tragedy Where will you go? What will you do? Don
Hey, can we have your autograph? My autograph? I'm nobody But wait a minute I've got 36 expressions Sweet as pie to tough as leather
ya want is what the rich people got 'Cause the people need power too There's only lousy jobs run by slobs And ya get paid crap for what ya do Sellin'
You're a modern day saint but you're still gonna die You're a M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-are-why A contaminated slice of American pie You're
killed In this American dream to get some cream You're ownin' a Beem and your face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain to smokin'
they want is a piece Of the pie that you keep Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete? Still laying on concrete Pop, pop by police
beef Violence is more American than apple pie and Soul Train Baseball, nickel-plated nines, and cocaine It's Ill Bill, Non-Phixion If I offended you with
through the whole track The track is banging by its self Know what I'm saying? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah They don't want To fuck with me They don't want
I'm saying? We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track The track is banging by its self Know what I'm saying? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah They don
don't never get a piece of the pie Work 50 years, retire then die Stay po', rich folks is the criminal but you don't want to hear me tho' so thank God
Or the sheep who cried wolf And threw the deadly hoof While the wolf was asleep I keep my mind a ghost Follow my heart the most Don't play fools too close
all good, and that's the truth Thangs ain't goin' like you think they should - it's all on you I don't care about what you think you see The thangs
you We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do Put ya hands in the sky, stick up, pick up piece of American pie Wat kind of car do ya
they stay in tha street I'm only fuccin wit tha real niggaz, they playin fo keep When tha streetz in yo whole blocc wit them 2 I'm old-skool ? play by