Lyrics:
(nothing)
Kids ain't got nothin' to talk about anymore (no)
Out in the streets, restless, but wanting more
The kids ain't got nothin' to talk about
Now the greasers, ah they tramp the streets
Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels ah Sandy their skins are
stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whining, meaning when the others
Stand by em, while they take the fall
The Beast' now lives in the Capitol
Record
all just
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
And I know, there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
Fool,
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my
all the gods
With thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream
But it ain't
Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone
Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please,
Oh, baby, can I have some spare change
Now can
and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
sees in her dreams
All American rejects give you hell babe give you hell
Habits
(Who oo who)
Oh habits
(Who oo who)
Habits
(Who oo who)
Yea yea
watchin' over you
Make sure my kids watch all my interviews
Make sure you live all the dreams we produce
Keep that genius in your brain on the move
wonder if you ever think about it like I do
Seven kids on my two lane road
Had the guns on the radio
After all this time it still feels so good
When
well on the young
'Cause wisdom in your teens would be a lot less fun
I believe if you just go by the nightly news
Your faith in all mankind would be
drawn in the sand with our blood
Inward we go for a high
Neediest kids, all they want is some love
Parents avoid with a sigh
Caesar couldn't beat her,
seen the streets turned into a beast with sharp teeth
Put claws in the strong and just devour the weak
Make them proud niggaz humble (uh-huh)
Then
Narrow streets
Houses all in rows
Front porch seats
Watchin' people go
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-ohhhhh wah-oh
And in between
Dundas and Queen
Get
drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to have
Army fights in the smog, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Back when I was a kid, nigga
to visit you
Ask, "What would Christians do?"
Well some are harassing Native Americans
If God is love, why is hate in the air again?
Search for
And wash the streets
The CIA, the KGB
It's all the same conspiracy
The whole damn country's on the skids
You better tell your kids
Don't get sick
and all in all it seemed to me that no one had much sympathy for the American dream
The American dream
So dream on all you sisters and brothers
All
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from
This is American Justice this is American democracy and those of You
Who are familiar with it in know That in American democracy is Hypocrisy
4th
disappear
I feel excitement is here
Kids in cars were cruisin' by
The big bright moon
Smiles in the sky
Music playin' that portable sound
Everybody's
The devil had him hooked you could see it in his eyes
It's a killer
There's a cold house at the corner of the street
The kids come and go there at night
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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