Lyrics:
forteller meg alt
Øynene forteller meg alt
Mine er blodsprengt
Ikke på no' keef Afghanistan
Mine we blodsprengt Afghanistan
Maraton shit man
Hopp inn i bilen
Taliban
Ich bin Capitan, ich bin Capitan (ah, yeah)
Ado voet-Prinzip, Russe aus Afghanistan
Es ist Juri, Capitan, Andres Iniesta
Seiten auf Null,
combats d'Afghanistan
Parle-moi de la vie qui nous change
Éteins la télé pour un soir
Parle-moi de tes détresses
De ton chien, de tes quinze ans
Parle-moi
motherfuckin' button and blast off
And launch one at these Russians and that's all
Blow every fuckin' thing except Afghanistan on the map off
When will it
Sniper riffle like a soldier in Afghanistan
I let my money and my car do all the talk (cha-ching)
I'm the Grinch, I put an artists in a cof' (uh)
Fuck
at
El Salvador
Afghanistan (Macho City)
Ask those people
About the macho plan (Macho city)
Macho City
Talking about
Zombie servants
Mystic mud
say bitch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
O block its just us, bitch, we the new Klux Klan
All my boys knock hammers
Now all
in Afghanistan
Revolution in South Africa taking a stand
People in Eurasia on the brink of oppression
I hope it's gonna be alright
'Cause the music
& soul)
I done smoke all kinds of strands
African, Afghanistan
From the pharmacy, hand in hand
Gettin high with my enginieer
I stay smokin bud with my
to think, what would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
like to gamble
County man, if your ass didn't know
Like Cunningham I make your ass ran, ho
Afghanistan, I'm a travelling man
And when I pull up, got
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
I'm talkin' France to Germany
From Italy to Japan
From London to Belgium
To Afghanistan
From Farmers Boulevard
Smokin' a blunt with my man
to Belgium
To Afghanistan
From Farmers Boulevard
Smokin' a blunt with my man
To writin' rhymes on a ironin' board
To build Def Jam
You see, I'm
the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan
It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer
Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor bitch
What is
insane
Come on!
And gravity pullin' me down the drain
Come on!
My boys in Afghanistan goin' crazy
Staring at them pictures of they
Babies
Bullets flyin'
mind
In the sky, ceiling fan
Purple haze, Afghanistan
I done lost my mind
I done lost my mind
I done lost my mind
I done lost my mind
I woke up in
the law above the land
It's a scam like Iraq and Iran, Afghanistan
Creating targets, create the martyrs
Democracy artists, good hearted people enlisted
concerned with keepin' my home furnished
Now my fire burns only for my own advancement
Forget a passion for the pastors in Sudan
The kids in Afghanistan
Who
No nation's lost more men than Uncle Sam
From the fields of France to evil Afghanistan
No, freedom isn't free neither is liberty
It ain't
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
Afghanistan
Pakistani full suit a di camouflage
762 Nakispami barrington Levy call me
Kartel missa war-i war-i
Concrete jungle (orh) safari
Anything ah
get your safe from kick you some more
You ask me where I get my hate from
Compton, baby, Afghanistan, this is phase one
Compton, … new talibans, central
the bell toll from Darfur onto Syria
Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya
Egypt, Ethiopia
And those slain for oil & opium
These bitches ain't got no soles
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