Lyrics:
I say they can't lock me up so
I know they can't shut me mouth no
Me have to let the world know
Ahbowy
Comes me say please Mister Police officer
I
roll by I got nothing on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I am looked up with two braids in my hair
All start with the kaki suit
I'm gonna
beats a day for three summers
That's a different world like three summers
I deserve to do these numbers
The kid that made that deserves that Maybach
The United States of America
By the people
By the people
The show in Hollywood, those were 21-and-older people
They had police out there
Cardin'
of the head yo I'm marked blunthead
Police... Police they want a nigga dead
But I'm not going out like that
Black I kick the actual facts
It's solar, cold
Lauder on sanitation
It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
Justin Bieber and 3pac, so cute oh my god
Your love's so deep
You know that it humbles me (yeah)
You're by my side
Them troubles them not trouble me
the world,
To float your climb. Watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out
profane language
For those bad habits I will not stand for
Nine, thou shall not commit adultery
For the world will not hold me guilty if I commit
Murder
would understand to except us and just us (?)
I know we blush, on a well-equipped bus
And money we got enough, at least enough to not fuss
We still got
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
to big time Bobby
From three day old chili to sake with wasabi
I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, dida
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to low ride
Intro:
Listen up, words up, be not so ignorant
Block arrogance to priest and praise Selassie I
Chorus:
Too much sufferation mi caan bare no
Since I've been gone, I thought about you everyday
Here I am, back in you again
Here we go
Verse Three: Rick James
One minute I'm in jail, the next
world by far
A brand new day
Awaken with nothing
Hope the night brings more...
I found my new home
In four walls
Got three squares
And nothing at all
After some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which disappeared when a police car passed by slowly
Like rolling gloom
And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
celebrated, others crucified
I'm not saying quit your nine to five
That's unrealistic in this world that we live in and you must survive
But do not deprive
I hate the world and the world hates me
That's the way I like it baby
Come have a drink or three
I hate the president and I hate police
I hate
I lived my life thinking I had time
And that in my mind I'd get to it
Now you've gone away, not a single day goes by
When I don't think about it
used by the phony
If you can't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad tryna turn the world against him
Go in the studio like
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
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