Lyrics:
promise you
You wanna see just where and how the sausage gets made
Down where western swing and cattle's king down in the Lone Star State
I'm talking Texas
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
a real country group
Wearing pearl snaps and great big boots
But the shows weren't too well attended
Record sales had all but ended
And they lamented in
motherfucking hands in the air
Now on a one (one), two (two), three (three), who could it be
Coming with a group of gangsta shit for '93?
So '94's arrived,
motherfucking hands in the air
Now on a one (one), two (two), three (three), who could it be
Coming with a group of gangsta shit for '93?
So '94's arrived,
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
Just got my letter from the state
We're fuck shit free man
Finally off supervision
We're fuck shit free
I got two DUI's because my car smelled like
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
[Ed O.G.]
Aiyyo Florida, why ain't you more into the crime
instead of sweatin rappers for the way they say a rhyme?
I thought your state was
the part where my manuscripts transists
From state of thought to something self scientific
Cali Agent Number two, bleedy eye
Who want to run with
slide what he think it's a game
Please tell me how is they a gang
It's just a group full of goofies and lames
I see he hiding so I ain't gone keep texting
now
If you see the, right now there's a unity
Between Israel and the
Western Christian world if you will
So in their perspective, wow
Their prophecies
families
And a non-aggression treaty
Was signed with every sovereign state
And all the terrorist groups disbanded
With no empire left to hate
And they
feeling great fail if you cruising it's a race
You hit the brakes bail if you knew what it would take
To make sales, no run up on the state sales
My face
to the quark level
Life special
Try extra
Mind stretcher
Prepared for applied pressure
Reside on side western
Fly dresser
Up early
Before the sun rise
Watch my
and the S.P.P.
But what can we do as unorganized youth? Subversion through affinity groups.
You can make your voice heard monetarily, as you Sever the arteries
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
I am the victim of a lie
And I want one more fight
In a near future
The world economy has collapsed
Large parts of the former western civilization
Denzel jouera mon rôle
Ma mère mérite des diamants roses
Y a la famille au bled et aux states vers New York
J'envoie plein de Western Union
Quoi qu'il
to charge like a letterman sale
If they gon' stand behind the bars I'm in federal jail
I'm going far like a general mail
On that note I got the fellas
real we don't do this for show
I was 18 facing life and I never told
If I cant make a sale im break-in on a hoe
Bounce out of state 30 toes and some snow
hear the syllables they never forget /
If it’s a tough sale then it’s time to write the check/
I get respect from across the globe/
Because I Only spit
of life vibrant in expression
A ray of light outshining its oppression
To be Black in the States thoough I couldn't be relating
911's a Joke left me enraged
I went to the corner store
Stomach on E but my bank was poor
What's for sale ?
What's the deal ?
If my soul was in here it would sure be a steal
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