way you danced tonight, And I'm picturing you as I touch my inside. Full pink lips and fingertips, I'm drinking you in little sips, God I love you, God
And every word A silent, strangled scream He's God tonight Walks on water And he's always right Talks about the madness in America Oh, he's God tonight
kisses She got kisses all around her hips She got them criss-crossing her breasts Keep playing that song Don't let the band go home I tell you God
United minds of America make your vocal chords reach the clouds and touch the crowd of folks that overstand there's no jokes we must network together
got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the
And when I look at the Six, I'm reminded that in six days God made this great heaven and earth The Seven reminds me that on the seventh day God rested
did his things and they made him into a regular hero And inside this magazine was the story of a baseball player Who got involted with the gamblers Of the football player
, I play guitar Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat Up until the day another wanna laugh behind your back Sayin' we all look the same, huh God bless
't real In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you know So, is your music considered the voice of Urban America or America period I mean, I would
Lincoln' continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool Which really is on the wall I got a color TV so I can see The Knicks play
because she's gonna throw down now Boom oh my God, I just can't believe it Well get another backboard or better yet leave it We always play for fun, we always play
The black sheep of America's family. We are the flock Gettin lead to the slaughter Have to work twice as hard to keep our heads above water And god forbid
I should escape, I should disappear Its gettin clear, crystal clear I'm in a bad position here I gave you power, gave you control But you had to play
smoke like that. Keekin' trees, 3 back seats, and all corners, raised by murders and mourners...Ye I'm gunna be the shit at the meeting statistically speaking. Playing god
Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. Heavy hitters, New York City Giants. Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature. Pop off. [Superb of American
rocked rope, honey throat smellin' like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod or may I not be God Attitude
of your dream? Oh B U Y Centennial Sell 'em pre-canned laughter America Perennial Sing happy ever after There's a dance band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God
prestigious couple just kickin back parked against a perfectly blue sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze on the day that America