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Woo!
Music up please!

Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in
Woo!
Music up please!

Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A
she called me to her side 
Saying sing me something in your real old style 
The one I like to hear Bobby Bare passed by 
I'll just close my eyes
Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare
Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care
But the young ones keep on coming on the old
in?
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
Late night, nearly happy standoff
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva
Lever 2000 mic talk
She owns a window to the ocean
She has a pipeline to the sky
But earthly creatures rarely notice
When guardian angels pass them by

Like a gecko
{*sampled singer singing "Be a man"
and "bad situation man" throughout the song*}

[RZA]
Yeah it's Bobby Digital
Just floatin' over +The City
existence of Atlantis.

A glorious city unable to resist olympian's wrath.
Bloody and buried! Bares her beauty to the sea.
Waves are howling as they pass
I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
The city is a trap 
In which we fling our worries 
And grasp for somebody's promise 
Of the good life 
Forever changing plans 
Restrained by
to Magic City and the girls dance naked

I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me
welcome back, whipe the sweat off
Bobby Digital, half-man and half (?)
NY City, home of the fly bitties
With high-heel shoes and tattoos on side titties
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Whte Way!
So Welcome! Yes Welcome! To Broadway U.S.A.!--

Miss Those Crazy Folks, And Those Tourist Yokes, Miss That City So Tall!
Miss That Sub-Way
but somehow I got by

Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
you to know that I'm so determined
To blow, that you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
Oh, down by the river where the wildflower grow
All the people comin' to a carnival show
Got my little brother Bobby here, so come along
Oh, we gotta
Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy
(I love myself)
One day at a time, uhh

And when they say it's a war outside, bomb in the street
Gun in
He has the whole damn city inked on his back
And we laughin, 'cause this shit really happened
We said we never never ever make it by rapping
Dloc, you
I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats 
But just livin' in tha city is a serious task 
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh

[Chorus]
Oh, what a night
Late
at the After Midnight Philly, but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York City
Prolly hit the skating rink USA
Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie"