Lyrics:
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
be
By this time yesterday
I no fit chop belle full
But today for Naija
Na we de run the show
From Europe to America
We dey all over the world
Baba God
I wish, I wish, I wish
To every city
I wish, I wish, I wish
Every hood
I wish, I wish, I wish
And every block
Ghetto America!
Rollin'
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
Style
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From
New York
straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
Who am I dressing up for?
My girl is in China
I'm buying expensive clothes
William's my only friend now
Caus he's singing me my songs
And his
like that old song by Hank Williams,
I am so lonesome I could cry.
Can't seem to shake these sad old feelings,
I've really got the lonesomes tonight.
controlling actions of another
America was built on the sweat of black sisters and brothers]
Never allowed to breathe but allowed to bleed and breed
that's a song by Depeche Mode"
I say, and then she says
"Who's Depeche Mode?"
People younger than me, they really scare me
People younger than me, they
on his scene
Now the critics and the cynics
And the suits all fear
Another rap metal whore
By the name of Punk with a P
A lot like me
A heavy metal kid
attending pottery class at community college
For eight straight weekends by myself
So I am eating a box of Hot Tamales candy, which proclaims it's America's
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me
Hollywood, they out of their Minds
I'm calling out the roots and the Vines
I'm spitting truth, then I turn it Into rhymes
Like Cat Williams, I'ma
so full of holes
Words and music by williams
songs that ever been never spin
In heavy rotation ever again
If I don't do a song to insight millions
Or get a video done by Hype Williams
If there's
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
a song by a foreigner
A man who learned the slang before he ever crossed the border
He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder
"Don't mourn
by a bully
Columbine and Sandy Hook.
9-11 leaving America shook
Oh no.
Get rich or die trying
West Africa's first betrayal
With Atlantic burial.
I wish, I wish, I wish
To every city
I wish, I wish, I wish
Every hood
I wish, I wish, I wish
And every block
Ghetto America!
Rollin'
think of when
My mom and I immigrated to America
I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana
Cuba my papá is puro Mexicano
And we lived back and
Forth
no songs like
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Konnichiwa ocho-sama
Met you in a bar down by America-mura
Should make a movie on Midosuji
Of all the things we’ve
to hell's gates
'Cause there Is nothing at stake
America murda' sucka's six feet deep to their grave
Tryna put money on their daughters plate
Hustla' with
Yeah, you know I'm in the cut
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
I been fightin' in the Cold War
'Cause I-'cause I
hollon
I see better w my glasses and it's clear that I'm americas best
Bro got deported i guess he was just Americas guest
I'm kinda mad cause all
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