Lyrics:
in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards,
back and cock
Not resisting officer no I’m not
Let me grab my ID out my po-
Man they wonder why we rip out that bong
Shouldn’t be scared unless he did
of making L.A. well respected
Of course with the help of the gang that's Ruthless
Peace to the homies as I do what I mean and
MC Ren is in the house, Ice Cube
That I need
You gotta read about it (you gotta read about it)
She wit you (She wit you)
but she want TYD
See me got leaky problem
I seen you came in
right for this occasion
Heard me John Blazin, see me in gangster flicks
Life is so amazin, hate to be paperless
Bill Gate in this, it must be God, I
else though
Oh
Snap synopsis. Frank Sinatra's operas
On Oprah's recommendation I'm clinically filthy, said the doctors
Nurse, check his IV and ID
Don't
too far?
Look in the mirror, that's where you are
People go by on their legs and their hands
Bury their heads in the evening sands
I gave America my
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
Motherfuckers ain't talking that, man these niggas be ignorant
Come up in the club
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
Motherfuckers ain't talking that, man these niggas be ignorant
Come up in the club
towards the truth of our position
We started off sick in the mind and social condition
Struggle and pain, troubled brains on a mission
The truth is that
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace (what?)
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago (damn)
It's my favorite
Can I see that shit for a minute?
opponent crumble
Like the shack that I live in the house that I rent from him
[Roach infested I'm sure that the rats are nesting
The heat doesn't work he
the girl?
Only that we're gonna need a girl
Well, Mary-
Thanks, I don't perform except at dinner
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants
but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha-ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in
totes and then I seal ‘em
Momma yelling me to come pack the trunk
We headed back to school where I live in a bunk
It's like 15 racks for the semester
and poison assassination headlines
Hadda be dope cops in the Mafia
Sold all that heroin in America
Hadda be the FBI and organized crime working it
turned two
Yet that's the year Ida B. Wells Barnett was born
Born to rebel and fight for those caught in the net that Jim Crow set, or should I say
Noose
no funny actin'
And it was me that introduced Mini to money bags and (Queens in the house)
Grandmaster Vic (Queens in the house)
The DJ's Disco
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
A name, a map, the flag I see,
a cer-tain word, "De-moc - ra - cy."
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
The house I live in
dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
My way, my own
My way, my own
My way, my own
My way, my own
Frank Sinatra, my path
Started back in that class
Stretched steel in my hands
Pluck
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