Lyrics:
in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly know her well.
She's
'cause we respect his cake
And cake mean his stock, net gross
Young kids step it up, go for the most
New cameras in police cars takin' pictures
New
just like a equal
I go ham no hog tie
Ima dawg no rawhide
Moet bottles in them club pictures like a gang sign
Kids like bingo
Sitting like a eagle
growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look,
are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-roundBright lights, the music gets faster
, oh baby
Ladies
There's some jealous guys in our town, oh baby
I go by the name Puff Daddy
And I'm a Scorpio, check this out
Girl
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between israel and palestine
All this world news, all these
in the New York sewers
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches
And there's Hersheys bars and Oreos 'case anybody gets
in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly know her well.
She's
down town the young ones are growing
CHORUS:
We´re the kids in america
we´re the kids in ameriva
everybody live for the music-go-round
NATASHA:
Bright
Eagle, Eagle Carter man (yeah)
In a '96 Regal contraband (okay)
On my way to the east, to the laundromat (okay)
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
Eagle, Eagle Carter man (yeah)
In a '96 Regal contraband (okay)
On my way to the east, to the laundromat (okay)
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
The motherfucking crib is renovated, man
All types of fly shit
I got the new fucking marble floor, man
That shit is imported
We just flew that shit in from
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
California)
(There's a new wave coming, I warn ya)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for
rides
With drugs in the car with the eagle's eyes
Looking out for the cops and the needles
Right? Back then
They were watching and fiending like
In
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body,
'cause we respect his cake
And cake mean his stock, net gross
Young kids step it up, go for the most
New cameras in police cars takin' pictures
New
City on back like a new sweater
Im tryna die in a house full of hoes
Sheesh I feel like I'm like Hew Hefner
They tryna think how to out rap the kid
York
Keep it real, I get ill
New York, New York
Number one
New York, New York
The city, I gotta get in
You know the town stupid, this is all
the young ones are growing,
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
Bright Lights, The music
on that cold cell, deep in thought
Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor
Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
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