Lyrics:
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
share of
All the hurt in this game
This mixed up game
Now you made your bed you can lie on it baby
I won't be there next to you
All of the great
Having brunch at primanti’s, throw yo panties on the stage
I’m just livin in a trance
Send my Grammies to my mama crib
Never hooped organized, fuck
crippled up souls
I don't know how the spirit thing goes
Real or livin' in my fontal lobe
Will I be livin' life until I'm okd
Or will I be takin' by
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way
day
They do things a different way
Back in the U.S.A.
Tryin' hard to make a phone call
"Long distance over seas"
"Yes ma'am I did say Scotland"
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse
By Golly
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA
the USA
Where there is a statue in the harbor lighting up the ay
And I'd open up my arms and be proud to say
If I was a country I'd be the USA
(instrument
Livin' with the whites, one big house
And not another nigga in sight
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough
do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin' the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin' vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent
hasta la vista
Chest full of reefer
Rep for my set 'till the day I meet the Reaper
Petersburg veteran
USA resident
In USA Today it ain't a city I
looking for America, in the USA
I met you at McDonald's, and we gained a little weight
Our handguns in school lunch boxes, made America great
I saw
She don't know it yet, but she's no longer virgin
Here in the land of the blind, the one-eyed snake is king
The cyclops in the White House
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Full of hate
Even in the USA
Organized to fight the war
Hear them knocking at your door
They're white and pure and learned to
Minds of sewers
Full
You look at this picture with a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a story for you know there is one
With
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA
Convoy (ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's
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