Lyrics:
the middle of nowhere, surrounded by
Good ole boys in 4 wheel drives
That get down and dirty
But still sing Amazin' Grace
American made professional grade
can love it or leave it
Like it or not
American since the day I was born
Outlaw by the grace of God
Ain't no one gonna make me unmake my made
Made in Europe
I don't know who is so wise
What I've got this is not a jeans
Trouser-legs are of different size
A patch of denim by gauze means
Now I
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And fifteen thousand American troops, give or take a few
silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues, it
[Chorus]
Somewhere here among these many thousands
Of Americans who all died true and brave
That's where I know I'll find him resting
So I'm
(English blood, American heartbreak)
I picked the right place at the wrong time
I made a promise it was gonna be fine
I've got a laundry list
truly know me
Most of my dawgs bossed up
I doubled up, I don't do no chores no more
I ain't steppin' on these niggas like no rugs no more
Find
tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin'
to get off into that brand new Snoop Dogg produced by Pharrell
So everybody in the city tonight
I want to you roll your window down and turn the music up
But you still believe the American Dream
Is alive and well
I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
There's somebody here
vivo sem te ver
Quem chega na maré cheia é cantiga de bem querer (Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga)
(Bitch)
Big dawg, autobiography
Make moves
to the whiteboard
They made sure the one that pulled the trigger was an outlaw
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few
Thousand
knocking me out with those american thighs
takin more than her share
had me fighting for air
she told me to come but i was already there
coz the walls start
and the kerosene?
Kids on the Percocet, trippin' on the medicine
Call it like I see ya wit' some drugged up Americans
Everybody's following
Ain't nobody leading
behave
Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray
So in a way we the dogcatchers
How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
Sawed-off, raw dog
American
But I love what it made me, life is all about where and whens
Who's and hows that ultimately create my heritage
My great granddaddy Otis would sit
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
Christian
Citizens prepare apocalypse destroying life a point is made
Converting for extinction conforming sin nuclear holocaust
American Christian
American
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
Call me Cyclops
I done made it out the bottom
They don't like dawg
Ninety on the dash of that AMG Mercedcar
I been keepin' to myself I don't know niggas
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War, too
Was
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