Lyrics:
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
play for me o
You never say to much
Open mouth I want hear o
Who's your lady?
It's not by, it's not by force
No I don't wana play so don't come way
If
yourself out whilst there's something left of you
Hey baby blue
Don't hide your troubles inside
I'd sure like to know you
And there's so much to show
have no choice
So I rap about troubles in the state of the union
Or should I say
The state of the divided
We are so misguided
Suppose to lead us
But they
silly and smart
Nutty professor silly and smart
Nutty professor silly and smart
By George we think she's got it
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
and smart
Nutty professor, silly and smart
Nutty professor, silly and smart
Nutty professor, silly and smart
By George we think she's got it!
Hercules
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
extra thick
They make me feel so patriotic
Man, American girls are something to see
I bet Thomas Jefferson would love be E T
This is a celebration
Are You Trying To Break My Heart
I had a dream
Dream of a girl
I never knew
There was so much trouble
In this world
If I wanted pain
I just had
Valentino looks very much alive
And he looks up ladies dresses as they sadly pass him by
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cause he's liable to turn and bite
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
need to mind they own business
Money don't do nothing but bring you trouble
But for some reason I keep chasing you
I must be in love
You so bad that we
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the spout, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Trouble is on the way.
There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark
like you've never seen trouble at your door
Funny generation, I Blame Boy George
Corporations ain't doing much either to help change thoughts
Maybe try
three four
The last five years to the memory it is
Quite remarkable baker charlie how much
The miller's son this
So-called while you were out
Word
/
Peck the wood so much they're left with broke beaks? /
I chuck the bird so far they're left dangling from phone lines like old sneaks /
So don't
India Kager. Kept their baby out of danger
Both shot by cops. Both wounds became fatal
Janet Wilson done wrong. I’m sorry that you are gone
I’m so hurt
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
we're trying and making
Our love so satisfying
Love standing side by side
So much faith, so much pride
Loving you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, baby
of a lion
Alive 4L bitch I ain't dying
How I kill it so easy I ain't even trying, uh
Too much drip, Poseidon
Talking shit bullets hit where you lying
Do my
see your papers!
How come you have to yell so much, what did we do?
I don't yell.
Were just trying to get into the country.
This is my country, it's not
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
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