least three broads, in the middle ofthe dancefloor such a sleazy whore, now, headed fr paradise, Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante, Seagul in the clouds look honey
tons of fun Leavin' bitches stun off in they lungs I cum, hella spung give her a slap on the buns and run I got money mane, gimme dumby dames, make her honey
I thought this was America people! Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh? That's how we workin' huh? Okay Before me there was many, after me there
Stuck together, you and me Always together, honey and bees Forever and ever, can you see? We were meant to be But you tried to leave Stuck together
#2: And there's no need of running, and no need of saying Honey, I'm not gonna get in the mess because, if you were born in America, you were born in
new story Kind hearts don't grab any glory We're the kids in America We're the kids in America Everybody live for the music-go-round Come closer, honey
I know everything in America Must end with a kiss But all of your addictions Won't make me a prince Guys gotta see it girls Love just to hear Oh, lend
I can survive the rat race honey Time is money and money is honey, honey My megabucks your symmetrical beauty Together we can serve the nation - yeah
stop The rock it to the bang bang boogie Say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie the beat Skiddlee beebop a we rock a Scoobie Doo And guess what, America
get girls, I make her get one for me My weed real plumy and real gummy And my flow is harder than an anvil honey Shoot these niggas with the hand held honey
Carlo's, and Regals still Wodie, shit don't stop, we gon' keep it real That remote hand it here, trucks with chandeliers He don't have America on line
to get their paper When she goes running by She don't see it but it's obvious To everybody else, it all adds up One Miss America smile, two blue eyes
sorry for you (Whispering): We're not livin in America x4 (Shouting): We're not livin in America x4 We're not liviiiiiin........OOOAAAHH We're not livin in America
story. Kind hearts don't grab any glory. We're the kids in America. We're the kids in America. Everybody live for the music-go-round. Come closer, honey
We are going to have a open sexual intercourse On every street corner of America Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder That God must
in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up Yo, honey
't understand Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street The basket of America, the weevils with the wheat The milk and honeyed congregation
Wish 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 I wish, I wish, I wish Good Ol' America