She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and strong love grows She grew up good She grew up slow Like American honey Steady as a
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the Federation in To maybe cutting
[Chorus] People want my power, And they want more station, Stormed my winter palace, But they couldn't take it! All the way to Paris, Run my reputation
INTRO BY PAPOOSE: You wanna go to war? lets get it then, If war bring peace im wit it then, I don't start beef, I finish it, Ghetto soldiers, we militent
Yes, I am mother nature's son And I'm the only one I do what I want and I want what I see Huh, could only happen to me I'm so free, I'm so free Oh,
Vicious You hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh baby, you're so vicious Vicious You want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar
I got hearts, ah, in my looney tunes I got dreams and you do, too I got ten wheel drive To pick you up, up to your ears, oh I got refined carbon in my
Born and raised in the U.S.A. By way of New Orleans where the killas stay Okay, alright Born and raised in the U.S.A. Where the government's watchin'
Yeah Bad boy collabo J.R lets get it Look, its Keshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole black Air one's, all black soul im 'bout to take control like Janet
Ohhh whooaa if you cant find your way look for me Mr Munk oooooooo oooooooooo a??you cant find your way look for me [Chipmunk] god bless Oh yes And once
Yo we be out man, fuckin' it up for erbody I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started Keep the tie man, it's the American dream I'm just
things you can't deny you best believe it when everything you wanted is gone struck down although you don't like it nothing of value to be found violence
Hate my family, hate my school Speed limits and the golden rule Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream American
I don't need to be a global citizen 'Cause I'm blessed by nationality I'm a member of a growing populace We enforce our popularity There are things that
K-k-killer K-k-killer You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes Furniture makers, and carpenters too Bombers and commandos, all with some
The first thing I remember Was the friction in the room And that brown spinet piano That never played in tune The cruel impatient tyrant The frustrated
I've got hope But I can't talk about the future I've got desire But I can't exercise it on my own Time won't solve this predicament Time won't solve
Your arrogance It will surely bring you down Is there a judgment Appropriate for you That you spit at others? That you spit at others? Look hard in