Lyrics:
America, in America
I'm back, I'm back, in America
In America, in America
I'm back, I'm back, in America
In America, in America
I'm back, I'm back, in
That you'll be surprised
At the relative ease
Of going door to door
To sell some seeds
In the Junior Sales Club of America
You can win an umbrella
fresh Rolling with my dogs
But I ain't Never been a bitch tell Em kiss my Ass see I can be affectionate I ain't in
That section 8 but we ain't in that
Waste showing love to bike clubs across america
Now Lets salute
Just Rev em up Rev em up
Represent your club give em love and your area
Now lets salute
doe thang
95 I'm gettin' it all
Girl - "Yeah go ahead girl."
AZ:
So all the sugar dick, dirty devil dog, slick daddies
Don't get out foxed,
the rap game dog
You know? No disrespect (that's right)
That nigga Slim Shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true)
But we want a nigga
Jamaica!
Just cause I'm guilty
We burn from Jamaica straight back to America
Don't live at all
Philly! Manhattan! Yo! Washington!
Let's get the party
far as I can see
Why is it either her or me?
America. Land of opportunity
Can't we just live can't we just be?
America. Steal your opportunity
I watch
America's favorite national pastime is white supremacy
Never seen a nigga granted clemency
My metaphors is meta-five
My styles go up in you raw dog
is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
And bad
[Mystikal:] Whaa', wassup dog!
[Method Man:] Funk Doctor in this mother-fucker
[Redman:] Right he-eere
[Method Man:] And I'm shitty ass Meth, and we gone
in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I'm all for America, fuck the government
Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut
in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
I'm all for America, fuck the government
Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut
to the dog park again (Ayy)
Put that bitch in the Hall Of Fame (Huh)
Don’t play bitch, we’ll start the game (True)
And I'm in the club yellin' Squad with Gang
Prehistoric, two hundred mil bitches
Under Armour on me, look like a ninja
She saw through my shirt and she had a conniption
Join the club, get that prescription
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin' on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed
There's no point in just mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where
And I ain't Muslim but tell my brothers Assalamu Alaykum
Finish him, Kano my nigga no Raiden
Fuck with my dog then my nigga Alsatian
Tell a man, make
Banned from America
Like I'm a bad judge of character
Bullshit
I tried to get into the states they weren't having it
Going through my bag like
locking up ours
From crook to booked gotta do what they won't allow
Kick in the club bust it open money showers
Can't see through the smoke
Didn't hear me I
baby
Only want to get lit using solar energy
And I can split my legs as wide as our divided democracy
And I can drop this ass as low as america’s economy
to a label
And came out with an album
And did a little touring
On the goth club circuit
But I don't want to tour
I want to stay close to home
Close to my
I done fell on hard times I might not make it
I’ve hit rock bottom dog I can’t even fake it
Only option to borrow
Can’t drown in my sorrow and get
gone
He may heh oma cry
Long live la stupid dog
I went to chesh to pay heh tithes
Close yor mouf, cool your chest
Don't talk too much, relax yor seh
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