Lyrics:
my name goes by
(That's ASH-K-E-N-A-Z-Y)
The baron, now American,
Who happened once to think
Of silhouette
And flicker book
And movies as they're
Meant
Murder Inc. nigga...
You lookin' at 'em...
The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game...
You starin' at 'em...
Ain't no need to look nowhere else...
to manage you, nigga
Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor
There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster
Dumbass, now who
breed, American, she call me papi (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Vroom, vroom, Hellcat, give it to the goons (vroom)
On that Earl Manigault, shootin' it out
American love
Two young hearts, one cool car
And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink
I love this song, baby, what do you think?
She turned
Way back in 1969 I was 10 years old and working on the story of an American boy
Growing up in a small town
The world was filled with people who
Garbage MSM just Refrain!
Land of the Brave High Eagle Intellect must Reclaim!
Babylon Inc. Passion Exploited Without Shame!
Quiet Male Stereotyped Pervert
laid back, it’s all hard work,
It’s all have fun, it’s get your bee=ll run,
It’s all knock down, it’s all never run,
It’s all American, it’s all
and Masta Ase
And the Inc.
They own ELECTRIC COMPANY
Next is the state of VIRGINIA, with Rhamadan
And got Mad Skillz like Shaqwan
At the train station
We
the way that I see it
There just aint no excuse
(Chorus)
* Mechanical licensing for this song can be obtained through the Harry Fox Agency, Inc.
dilly bitches
I ain't come to play
I like sandwiches pack with all the cheese
Swiss, American, cheddar, dinero me
If I'm playing with chips then poker
I've seen God's children in trailer parks
Seen Caddies cruisin' for movie stars
A ruby saddle in a neon sky
And a southern town even time passed
I Never Stopped Loving You Written by Barbara. Blue and Mark Narmore
Big Bad Blue Music & Oven Music Inc.
A little house east of Pittsburgh town
While I'm the one that's gettin' laid
Real-Ass Inc. is where I'm made
No bitch, I will never trade
If you ever ask for money
Best that you gon' fuckin'
Feel so good so right
American beauty
American beauty
Fall in love tonight
American beauty
American beauty
We could watch the marching band
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This'll be the day
American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
a get rich quick scheme
I need a get rich quick scheme
I'm trying to live the American Dream
But the odds are against me
I need a get rich quick scheme
I
be great
Even though that's the motto
And if we were so great back in the day
How were we built on forced immigrant slaves
That's not American, that's
colder then Canada with a bandana
But booty so big that I bought bigger camera
Keepin' the stamina
Look at me
Stammerin'
Latin American, Brazil in origin
hop in the ride I gotta go
Gotta hit Queens, flying American, yo, Sammy, where's Troy?
Cleaning up on the streets, I goes there with my motherfucking
looking at me in the club, ever since
She just wanna go and ride around in a Benz
We can have a menage, so come and bring your friends
American, Brazilian,
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