Lyrics:
fellow Americans.
This is America's day. This is democracy's day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages,
on the side of you
Window rolled down, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We could let you slide but
Crosses the fence of the mayor’s house
Runs through the side corridor
Rushes to the backyard:
“Cock-Cock-a-doodle-doo!!!”
Stepping into the hen house,
He
Cast adrift
Like a ship without an anchor
Falling down
Like a tower without a base
Can't stand 1 (one)
Like a house without foundations
Got no eyes,
Ha-ha ha
NRG made this one
Danny what you saying
We ready
Yeah
Yeah
I'm a gentleman, owner, a fellow
I tell a little bitch hello
Ay
I'm a gentleman,
hip hop drops
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every
My other nigga turned Evangelist
But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit
Fuck the money and the white sand and shit
When it's said and done
The breeding house stood at 731, he was just a working man
And he worked with his hands and prisoners
He set a judgment on his fellow man
Secret
it like Roddy Rod Piper
Long sniper she think Bry-Han like her
Wrong lighter was distracted but I locked on tighter (Solo)
Raw fellow in back
Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood
put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair
and fashion
But if ah the don ah
The veteran and them a follow in a gang
You see them pon the road with them
Ball inna them hand
Riverton and Fire House
Society's pulse of
Heartless beatings in Tulsa
Murder compulsions
Over one black man
Alleged rapist
No proof but the papers
And a couple white faces
on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair grow?
Will
put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin did my hair
start thinkin' about dad
I'm hustlin' around the house
Trying to clean up the mess
I sure put my new white Nikes to the test
The car door slammed
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
the privilege I hold
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home
White supremacy is our country's
start thinkin' about dad
I'm hustlin' around the house
Trying to clean up the mess
I sure put my new white Nikes to the test
The car door slammed
can't survive
I'd hate to say the farmer
Was the last of his kind
They'll be ploughing down the White House
And replanting for next year
Ploughing
that foundation
Connected all across the Nation
This where the Eastside go, Aye
Westside go, Aye
All the ladies in the house go, Owwww
Northside go, Aye
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
Da, du-du-du-du
Du, da-da-da-da-da
Du
Du, tst
Du-du-du, hm
Du-du-du, yeah
Check the foundations, structural imbalance
Falling double
Everybody get up
My fellow Americans
It has come to my attention a black man is
In the White House please rest assured
The Secret Service is looking
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