Lyrics:
America, hahaha
We love you
How many people are proud to be citizens
Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars
For the rights
on the Boulevard to brotherhood buddies
Poking in my pocket it's an E for the moneys
Jay and all the jokes that jet in the Jettas
While I'm at the boob tube
"If you had to paint the gutter, which color would you choose?"
Said the patron to the painter, the painter said, "The blues"
Do you act off
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
This is real hip hop not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is D E L not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by
death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood
that bed
You heard what I said, but we heard you scared
Now I'm playin' by my name, that's my name
I'm playin' by my name, that's my name
I'm playin' by
designed by the ANTinator
A hater? Never
I just wait till you're tired
And then I give your ass a
Ticket cause that last shit's expired
Better yet tired
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
I was once told by a wise man
Go and look at yourself by your nightstand
As clarity starts to heighten
Close your eyes I'll enlighten
You broken
With some giddy chicks in a pretty whip, fresh out the box
I got that crazy flow, ladies know
I'ma make 'em all get crazy yo
Pull up my tube socks, pull
have to use my brain no more
When people ask me what I think
I say I think that I'm extinct
The boob tube's playing on my phone
I wish you kids get off
good that time!
Say, do you remember when I broke in Larry's house
Late at night and tied his mouth with a rag
Then I dragged him by his ankles
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly
're there by the tube stop in the freezing rain
See you there, wanna see you some day
As you look back, I'm pulling away
You caught the bus and I caught
Give me the day with no memories
Give me it all
I know you could be here with me
By the rain and the palm of the valley
But you're there by
to fiery needs by golden boys
In ad empires
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the boob tube
Fiction of the papers
plays my song in tune
Makes me, makes me, makes me stronger for you, babe
Was a way when we were young, that
Any man was judged by what he'd done
But
plays my song in tune
Makes me, makes me, makes me stronger for you, babe
Was a way when we were young, that
Any man was judged by what he'd done
But
is black
Don't you act like this don't even affect you
How you feel watching your grand kids in a test tube
They try to erase your history when they
Day by day, look what the papers say
Day by day, look what the papers say
Stranded in the jungle
Trapped inside the tube
(You) hate your next
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