Lyrics:
Walkin' 2 the corner of Main Street, USA
Look at the good people, hear what they gotta say-uh-huh
All right
See a sexy girl with her long black
of America
Spreading through the towns, spreading through the fields
Taking to the streets of America
Spreading through the towns, spreading through
night
Yeah, yeah, this is for the back road, turning up the radio, heading right
Where the two lane turns into Main Street, cruising the same streets
White people are so scared of black people
They bulldoze out to the country
And put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets
And while america
a main-street parade for the ones who made it back home
And a moment of silence for the ones too soon gone
It's a god-fearing mama trying to raise 'em right
[Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land
this number right quick
Click! Whirrr! Click! "I am sorry
The government you have
Elected is inoperative click inoperative"
Just how blind will America
It's a breakout
At large
Wuhan
Institute of virology
It's uncontainable
My God
Brought to the streets
To the cars
To your mom and pops
To your doctors
'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all
of main street moms and pops
On top of the world even if the rest of the world is on the rocks
It could be Carolina, could be California
There's a dirt
As the crowd lines up
Along main street in town
While waiting for the big parade
My dad waves his little flag
While I watch him
Tears start to fill my eyes
Cause
At the grammar school on Main Street where they used to have nuns
They're replacing the curriculum with something more "fun"
Since a child's mind is such an easy
the city to the farm, raisin' a youthful slang
Heard in the alleys, dreams born on main streets
Gatherin' stories, we learn and we repeat
From coast
THERE’S A GIRL AND A GUY
IN A TRUCK, CRUISING UP AND DOWN MAIN STREET
WINDOWS DOWN, MUSIC CRANKED
HIT THE SONIC FOR A DRINK
CRASH THE PARTY
my chrome
Do it for the weak and the strong and to each his own
We do it for the main goal so when all the heat is gone
This game wasn't told to me,
From Hollywood's dreams to Main Street's strain
People in tent cities searching for more
While mansions glow empty on the sunny shore
Between empty
method
Niggaz dying e'eryday
So I stay aggressive
Nine on my side
I'ma stay protected
Gotta Grind
Cuz money is the Main Objective
The streets not the move
vest rip
Tear ya outta ya frame with a bag full of clips
Cause I got a family that waits for my return
To get back home is my main concern
may we do it again
Take me to the beachhead let's go over
All of those rocks at the end of the road and
Take me down to main street with no clothes
And you're servicing the few
So from Wall Street to Main Street well they all need waken up...
Cause the ones in charge ain't the ones that's charged
No they
So I'm slashing tires on Main Street America
I'm begging for forgiveness from the manager
I'm not fooling anyone
Basking in the sun, workin'
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
I'ma chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fuck but then I seen
High definition to get whats forever given
But
with a bag full of clips
Cause I got a family that waits for my return
To get back home is my main concern
I'ma get back to new york in one piece
But
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