Lyrics:
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
she's got on
From her Versace to her Louis Vuitton
You wouldn't think she'd know every Merle Haggard song by heart
But when it comes down
American made
Mmm
When trouble comes try to understand
It’s not always easy for the common man
We all face heartaches, a lot of demands
Got to help each
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing
Lovely girl,
just can't make it out
Stories passing through I know they're mine
American treasure find
I just can't make them out
What they're all about
American made
Divided we fall, united we’re free.
When we all go high, reject the lies, hear the cries,
Together we will rise.
American Made.
We accept
strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there's
Droppin' all these bars but I'm still gettin' em piss tests
Damn, I've come so far but I'm treated like a reject
Damn, I want it now, pressin' the button,
and mastery
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason (the treacherous use)
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep
Part I: Mass Hysteria
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
I can't
Pack up your rubber duck
I'd like to wish you luck
Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes
Pack all your clothes away
Your rubber hose away
Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think
of a Cigarette brand
Please jump on me
Give me pleasure
And all your loving
You have to promise be my always lover
Promise you’ll ever be near by me
a right, yes, fi boasty
All over the world them hot and ready
England girls them, hot and ready
American girls them, hot and ready true!
Jump around and move
it
Nigga I live it (no bloodclat gimmicks) blow
Soul survive cut me a slice of American Pie
Piece by piece, bit by bit
'Fore it all falls down in
If I gave you a hundred dollars
To record just three words
I could make the perfect song
Some go by choice
Some go by disease
Give me back my
girl trust in me
Don't look in the mirror, the past you don't wanna see
What do you say we leave for California?
If we drive all night we can make it by
The lights are on in Standun`s
And a spell has been broken
The roadside teahouse door
Is wide ipen
A sign on the wall
Says "American also
Small fry, strutting by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
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