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exceptional or superior to Other nations when the facts show There is American corruption in Voting rights, criminal justice Housing policy a political system
Indians treated better than the Darker Same thing in Brazil, Mexico and Jakarta ""Afro-Cuban"" or so-called just Cuban! When genetically you the same
(yea) Came from not having a lot (uh) Want my American pie (pie) Rich black arrogant guy (guy) Burn you, don't play with the fire (fire) Know you get
Or your momma she's old as nada I close my eyes then hit a pinata I'm as crazy as Patrick A young American psycho If I said it, I meant it Now listen there
as nada, I close my eyes then hit a pinata I'm as crazy as Patrick, a young american psycho If I said it, I meant it, now listen there is no typo Haters keep
me the World Large amounts of money the american dream Give me the World High class pussy expensive cars Give me the World Finer foods and cuban cigars
Mafia) What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I can get ya ass hit Hop out a Corvette nigga, then gon' smash ya bitch I got American muscle nigga, I'm
And he sang and he sang 'till he polluted the air And he blew a lot of smoke from a Cuban cigar And the stars are looking down Through a hole in the sky
and a story I'll tell About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well He was born at the top of a big old tree Way back in 1953. He could swing through
two three thousand off the rip, she said she want her nails done Cuban links on just because, this shit really from the mud We handled the business
American raised, Canadian born My name is Daystar Peterston One day I'mma be the biggest artist in the whole world As for right now though,
when my folks spotting at follicles Weak American dream teaming down these Dusty Rhodes Long behold they prophesied a young soul touch the world
(Dime, OC) Ey, yo, es OC Young Kingz, baby (mmm) Ey Me dijo, "Tú paga, paga, te quiero ver gastar" El jet tiene ala', amárrate, va a despegar Y que
to lose it quick We had to mix with the Cubans, learn the slang that was used No excuses see we had to produce, Get some change from the hands of the few
I'm from the Chi, you know the town Like Young Joc and this bitch is going down Louis Down, Old Money, Hubie Brown Shorty got a Gucci gown I can't
the Cubans, Learn the slang that was used No excuses see we had to produce, Get some change from the hands of the few This is where minorities are the majority
Wein trinken, Wasser predigen (ja) Jeder macht hier auf American (ja) Abt Samed, der mir fehlen wird (yeah) Mehr tote Freunde als lebende (hah) Der
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