American Star

Woo! Music up please! Born and raised in the U.S.A By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK Uh alright, yeah Born and raised in the U.S.A Where the governments watching what you do and say Ay well alright, yea Well I'm a tell you this story bout a n**** wit' glory Ya I come from piss poor and now I live in six stories houses Now hows this Listening to my own voice in my black Rolls Royce Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses Ha ha take off my trousers, ya Ya don't know nothing bout this! Ay! I'm a dope boy wit a guitar Hey daddy can ya let me Ride wit' the band in the back seat Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar) Tell 'em if they looking for me I'm on the road to the next city Riding wit' the dope boy! Dope boy wit' a guitar Born and raised in the U.S.A By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay But that's OK, yea, that's alright! ya I'm loved and praised in the U.S.A My ancestors where slaves in the U.S.A But now today, its alright Yea Come on! Ooh! Dope boy wit' a guitar! Hey daddy can ya let me (yea) Ride wit' the band in the back seat Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit' a guitar) Tell 'em if they looking for me (damn) I'm on the road to the next city Riding wit' the dope boy! (woo!) Bridge! Born and raised in the U.S.A Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K I was born and raised in the U.S.A And all I wanna do is play So turn me up Turn me up So turn me up! So turn me up!