Lyrics:
My kind of country has a Trump and a JFK (ooh, sunshine)
An NAACP and a NRA (ooh, sunshine)
My kind of country has a place where the buffalo roam
yo!
Everything I do is on the video
Flew into JFK, was lousy with oink
I hear they lock you up for smokin' a joint.
Why, why, why? Cause I sez so.
Why,
they JFK With the roof off
Like, we shall overcome (ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
It's a recession man the hood fucked up
If a nigga ain't trippin' got the heat in the club
You walk around like you can't get touched
But JFK was
tryin' to be the R&B savior with the instrumental
Or go down like JFK in a Continental
The most underrated, so mothafu*kin' hated
Anything I do for
or the bloodhounds to Liza
Me and my shadow
We're closer than smog when it clings to L.A.
We're closer than Bobby is to J.F.K.
Not a soul can bust this team in
of Kurt Cobain?
Will his presence still remain?
Remember J.F.K.
Ever saintly in a way?
Where are you now? (Where are you now?)
Where are you now?
yourself a real good time
You can have yourself a life of crime
Hit the Limelight, make my day
Get me back to J.F.K.
[Chorus]
Been to Texas, can't
L.A.
Touching J.F.K.
I was on my way
To go get my bays
I'm a real one from L.A.
So I gots to say
I hit my nigga slick rick
And said I'm in town
from the old world so green
Counterfeit ticket in to JFK in the land of his dreams
Street life's the only life they take a walk in the park
Even
Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?
Hittin' niggaz like JFK
For the pounds and the bricks
my crew (who?)
I can't cop the coup, don't do shit for two (nah)
Said I'm fallin' off but they won't JFK me (they what?)
Tried to be myself but they
were free
When Jimi played guitar
We shared a dream with Martin Luther King
We saw J.F.K. in West Berlin
When he spoke those famous words that day
were free
When Jimi played guitar
We shared a dream with Martin Luther King
We saw J.F.K. in West Berlin
When he spoke those famous words that day
Walkin' outta JFK in my
All black Champion hood 7 5
8 Yankee fitted, what's good?
Hop in the Range Rover with Styles P and Kiss
Roll the window down
shape-shifting alien reptiles
And have infiltrated the Bush family, Margaret Thatcher
Bob Hope, and the British royals, among others
JFK Jr. is alive and well
the Delta, to pick up at the JFK
I judge nothing, I let her know, AFK
I'm off the front porch and the front screen
Two shocks on my back, the wise look mean
Thomas Jefferson he had slaves
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
I read about him in the seventh grade
He's forgiven
JFK he
of the hoots, a-list of the birds
White model the muse, Arizona the first
I took a trip from the Moon, to JFK for that work
I am Miss Icon, I've seen you all
featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard Buckshot
Ladies and gentlemen flight 1 0 from LAX is now arriving into
JFK International.
[ODB
Detroit, L.A., Boston, San Francisco,
First time o'er the ocean on a plane a billion stars below me lay,
Circle slowly JFK,
So much there to see
magazine
Crosswords on a flight to JFK
Thirty nine years old
With a mile high sheen
Trying to stimulate a mind
That is slowly starting to decay
I itch my
a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they JFK with the roof off
Like
niggaz haters
I'm just tryin to be the
R&B savior with the instrumentals
Or go down like JFK in the Continental
The most underrated, so motherfuckin hate
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