Lyrics:
American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
now that I'm feeling mellow (slow, slow)
I'll get down with you, but did you know
All religion's control, it's all control (slow, slow, slow, slow
you start servin'
Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jerking
Slow down for me, you moving too fast
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryna grip that ass
you start servin'
Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jerking
Slow down for me, you moving too fast
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryna grip that ass
Six pm, Friday night
Listening to my requiems
I've been a watcher almost all my life
It's kind of boring once your time's gone by
A player
Hittin' these niggas with 4
Getting so mad that I'm making the dough
I'm just having fun I put on a show
She say to go fast, but I'm going slow
I
cities, their planning to just control us
By infiltrating sin through our flesh and they try to mold us
Bringing all this terror then causing all this
we’re changing hearts and minds
We’re on an American Ride
All part of something great that can't be denied
Now objective truth doesn’t care about your
Take me with you tonight
But it was dark and I couldn’t see the light
Your love got me all hypnotized
I love you in your
American jeans
American jeans
You reject me you done lost a better life ahead
But oh well you got it better with the guy you have
All you say is I ain't good enough to be your man
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
a lullaby
A melody for heavy eyes
Early to bed, early to die
Welcome to your worst nightmare
Fast asleep, it's all in your head now
Past the street
, fast, fast life
Fast, fast, fast life
Fast, fast, fast life
Fast, fast, fast life
Fast, fast, fast life
Fast, fast, fast, fast
I don't, ever, slow down
I am, red, white and blue
Falling under
Last American summer
Shoebox memories from the past
A young love gone by so fast
I smile when I look
It's my bad, it's think fast, a shot in the dark
Young cold niggas, avalanches
Coming down plums, hitting all the branches
Get it by any means, fuck
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
Welcome to the land of the free
Everybody's here, but nobody's welcome
Liberty and justice for all comes with terms and conditions
Not everyone is
ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power.
Fuck all power.
ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for
The American Dream
Just ain't what it seems
To a nigga like you
To a nigga like me
1, 2
The American Dream
Just ain't what it seems
To a nigga like
a few spaces
I know what I feel
Seems too fast, too real
Let's slow the pace down
No rushing around
Time is in our hands
No need to find the time for what
taken my licks and I grew up a tough kid
See most times I live, life real slow like, no popstar
My life aint what you think, all I've got, I worked for
Murder, cash, cars, hoes
Fast life as usual is all that we know
He has risen, started from a GO prism
(hooptys)
It was hard for me to see my vision
American made
Divided we fall, united we’re free.
When we all go high, reject the lies, hear the cries,
Together we will rise.
American Made.
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