Lyrics:
with the Super Sunday rush
We're trotting to the cot cause your
Style turns back to mush
I flip out the funk off the frame
Now you know my name-
too long
Big 50 cal when it's on
Screw the muzzle and let it go
Goodz turns his back on the
Crowd and leans over
...oh my bad, that's just what it
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
You Dey come back today
Na me fit handle your craze
When she get vibe
I get times two
And she like am when I knack am two by two
My two by two
When she
B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
I was born and raised in the U.S.A
And all I wanna do is play
So turn me up
Turn me up
So turn me up!
So turn me up!
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
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
you a teenager, while you still strong
While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like
They
因为在地下拼过命
（Know what I mean？）
请叫我Margiela·李·Celine
（清醒）
像得了发情的病
出品些垃圾的Sh*t
水平都拉低了“顶”
我放的是Hip-Hop
把裤子拉低了听
Ya Digg？
TURN THE F**K UP！
TURN THE F**K UP！
YOU
look right back and say yes
It is only by your grace that we made it this year
Menyiyi kalo ondu Jesus
IHotu ko owoicho ada
Opiyatoha k alalekwiyo
I be ballin' I don't play by the rules
I can make your bitch play with her clique
Don't be stalling bitch I gotta make moves
20 minutes she done ate
the fact
That Trae and Z-Ro earn stacks back to back
Nigga we still in the hood - ride around
Trippin with the steel in the hood
I remember we use to steal
the deck, set up the scene
Step aside for the glitch, motherfuckin' freak
f-r-e-A-K, f-r-e-A-K, f-r-e-A-K, f-r-e-A to the K, freAK
Goin' to the hood, baby,
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on every level,
To fight back in
fucking bullets in the suit coats, who knows
Go do it with a wizard, wave a magic wand turn summer into winter
I worship from warships, play PGA courses,
waqt me rehta kaun turn around have a look
Are you a voice or an echo
Tell me if you're ready I'll let go
Chora Maine use paya khudko
Jaake pata chala
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
devils don't go to heaven
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven
Freedom is the road seldom traveled by
Either be a book
say, life, no be turn by turn again
Because (because)
Table no wan turn again
And I dey pray, say I no wan sing vain
Ah (ah)
I no wan sing vain (I no wan
up in this bitch so I might turn up
Sipping syrup in this bitch so I might turn up
Cooking heat up in this bitch so I might turn up
K have me gone
jammer
With dirty dreds
And Fuck you jammer from way back too
Blocked me on Twitter coz he can't take a joke and when this tune drops k9 will block me
choke
Can't you see you can have all my tomorrows
Come on Miss K wrap your lovin' arms around me
Talk dirty, turn me on, let's get goin'
Well
up in the Wraith, hit the plug on the way
100k on the face, keeping Ms in the bank
AK by the waist, no I do not play
Get familiar with the money,
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