Lyrics:
Of course
Then I pulled off in a porsche
I got a plug
Bitch i went straight to the source
cin't no mo scraping the fork
Popped dat lil hoe like a cork nigga
the truth, he's sucking up to the dude
He's an American stooge,
and maybe he likes it that way
Once he stood at a fork in the road
Scratching his head
on cat tranquilizer
Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote for who now? You're red, white and blue?
I'm American too, but I
a ling, schoolbell a ring, knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin.
Booyaka! Booyaka! call for Shabba Rankin
Shabba Ranks jus' appear and tear annadda man
hoe
Made niggas come in the fold
We keep the mafia code
This here land of the throwed
My niggas nice on the fork
My niggas savants on the stove
We keep
now? You're red, white and blue?
I'm American too
But I ain't with the president's crew
What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got
Come stay with me, spend a day and see
Just a few of the
Troungster's favorite things
Like Jack and Cola, smoke a fat bowla
Boning short hoe with some
I'ma rap anyways
Here it is
Too drunk to care if they listen to this
Just this poetic
Oh God Janet
Holy Shakur
What the fork is food for thought
Im tryinna live the american dream
Big ol house by the lake
Dont give a fuck what a hoe boy think
Imma have money up in my bank
Im tryinna live
My boxer's Dior, ior
My boxer's Dior
Ior ior
The chop like a fork, fork
The chop like a fork
Slutty lil whore, whore
You slutty lil whore, whore,
I do my thang you do yo thang
It aint even got to be no pimp and hoe thang
Shit We can get the bag like Clyde and bonnie
Gone and fork it ova baby
is round, and so am I
Big boys, big girls with real big thighs
[Chorus]
Super size, super size
The American way
Going down, throwing down
All
American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch
Canada repping North America, in the US
Americans on the other hand, look like the New York Mets
Like Mets postseason plans, parlay on American
And you’re getting closer, to finding the closure,
To say that it’s over,
HOOK:
All of your values,
Are losing their value,
The American dream is just
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom
Down South hoe so cunning
Rain, sleet, snow, getting money
Lames keep calling her honey
She gon' play 'em
a bunch of money and a minivan
But I don't wanna earn a dime
Old Yeller didn't make me sad
I think we should change the American flag, yeah
This is
Jump in the streets when I was 14
Big bra showed me whip the 14
Said Fuck School bitch I got fork dreams
Told the teacher I turn 7 into 14
Wasn't
ratchet whores
I got that bitch eatin good
I told her to pass the fork aye
The prices go up and down
the money go back and forth
I'm goin back outta town
I
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what
your ass off for a dollar
Puttin' new wrinkles on a blue collar
Hoe-in the row y'all
Till the weekend then we really start kickin' up dirt
Keepin' our
living room
and thinking he had the chief in his sights
blew the whale's brains out with a lead harpoon
Well Americans don't care for much of anything
diamonds & Gold
Pictures on the bedroom wall
Blood on the hardwood floor
Fire from the stove in the kitchen
I just need a plate and a Fork
And they'll
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