Lyrics:
them straps down 'cause if you let them stay dead
Every death in black America is gang related
Yeah
[Chorus:]
A change is gonna come to our lives
don't stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, claustrophobic the only way out was rapping
America don't understand it,
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin on
A n**** that's livin in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cause
to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky (chase
When I was 10 years old I watched the "Gladiator", and in that moment I understood that music and cinema would
Become my life. I found answers,
been a second hell
In this Bloody America
Living with these Jezebelles
In this Bloody AmericaI
I AM AMERICA
I don't care if my people love me
I AM
Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style
House on the ground
Freeze when I squeeze
Drop to your knees
Who wants to play?
I'm in here
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it going on
A nigga that's living in the city of the criminal zone
One-time can't keep the law in order
Cos
want me to watch my mouth?
How? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out and turn them around?
Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
And hit
me all your secrets
Whisper to me i promise that I'll keep it
Burn with me one last time
All we leave by ashes, embers in the fire
Burn with me, smoke
to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
She's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
and done even I don't like me
He live in the gym and his hair stay faded
Late model car so they think he made it
He's Christian, he gave his life
But he
to your DVD
You might've caught me on TMZ
Cameo tryna sue a nigga (fuck 'em)
'Cause I party hard like it's three of me
America's still abusing us
And 9/11
'Cause they know where you live and they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your helmet
'Cause you brag 'bout that watch, and all
Only in America, they drink us straight up out the bottle (woo)
Racism, no chaser, that's some hard shit to swallow
I'ma pray for Chi-Town, it's goin'
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
I told you that I would return
But by the look upon your face you had already discerned
You pulled me to the side and you begged for me to stay
But
Pourin' beers on the corner 'cause Frankie told me look a killer
Told me I was high, livin' blind to the fact that they sold us out
America the beautiful,
probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret
and poison assassination headlines
Hadda be dope cops in the Mafia
Sold all that heroin in America
Hadda be the FBI and organized crime working it
else though
Oh
Snap synopsis. Frank Sinatra's operas
On Oprah's recommendation I'm clinically filthy, said the doctors
Nurse, check his IV and ID
Don't
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