Lyrics:
Put a suit on
Bar mitzvahs
My first kiss
Royal Carribean
Trips in the summer they were always lit
Live it up at camp
What happened
Time flies by more
your face off
Life starts in being born in Belarus
In the former Soviet Union i came to the US
When I was three years old
We were very, very, very poor
a subject not react like that
is how the union can't roll on like this, trying to be
some body killing all them trying not to kill nobody,
killing
to the very past
When two superpowers had a standoff, which was a blast
The States and the Soviet Union, yeah they were at war
But it wasn't a fight with guns,
I dreamed I was the president of these united states
I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate
I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect
the fuck I gotta say it, though?
You niggas don't know it yet?
Football touchdown on the Boeing jet
You my son, but I'm just not showing yet
Wrist icy,
dealer
Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat
Carribean ruckus with an Elvis wig
Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap
Manhattan
Man hat and the tan
Life it took a little turn, now he's sitting on the Caribbean sun
Sipping on a rum, little too much fun, now look at what he's
If I have to see another fucking Union Jack flying on the orders of the government, I’m going to be sick
The favourite colours of the heirs
football, you outta bounds
Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around
Slow it down 'cause I think that I'm losing you now
For those that's
to go
You is dead, but you don't know
Yo let's carve, hey where's the blow?
Get your fiddle, get your bow
Play some footballs on your hole
Watch your
identifique
No la que critique
Conocimiento se trasmite
Y lo mismo pasa acá
Pico Union LA
Costa Rica, Alajuela
La unión es la verdad
En las Calles, donde se
is lost
Not with standing chance
It's lost
Is it in?
Or is it out?
Help me find it when I shout
Afraid of prompted unions
Organizing assemblies
the job done
Ya know I'd uphold the freedom of speech, baby
And our rights to carry guns
I'd give my state of the union address
From a mile high smoking
longer go to Western Union and Moneygram
I get money off the grammar
And the endeavor, never ends
Receivin checks from the Netherlands, no time for
and phoney arrests
Stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
'cause he got donations from the prison guard's union
[Chorus]
Listen in
broccoli
Tryin' to catch a fire
Locks like Marley
That Chevy frame rattling like a Caribbean roof-top in the rain
and the window panes wiggle following
I'm a multicultural
Son of bi-racial love
Italian, Espanola
West Indian from the
Tropical Caribbean shores
I'm from the place
That brought the world
talkin'
I was thumbing through them bills
Bro this ain't no football match
But dawgy runnin' drills
Half zip to the face got me numbing
I don't wanna feel
right....Ho, Ho, Ho
I don't want to go on a Caribbean Cruise
Don't need another pair of Jimmy Choo's
Just need a little more help from you
That's all...Ho, Ho,
Congo Nigeria
maroco to crabia
Guyana up to guinia
The whole a di Caribbean
Get ready fi the guidion
Can't stop this y'a rebellion
Let's stand together
baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby
She's comi'n straight outta Encino
Hittin' football
football players and baseball players
Whassup? You lookin for a million dollars or somethin?
Man you kinda confused
Freak mode! I'ma have sex
Whose grandparents came from the Caribbean
The four youngest children in Britain to ever take GCSEs are all black
Ramarni Wilfred, a young black boy
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