stalk and spray somethin' Spark or lace somethin' Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
Blackout - C-Rayz Walz ft. The Angel & The Preacher Triple Bodypass, Put it on my tab america We're Black And We Wanna Be White (x3) All Night, All
go And they were wild and free Happy as could be in America They were wild and free Everything to see in America, America Late one night by a little
Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants
the powder Make an entrance like a vigilante wit' a vengeance Fight for independence, like my descendants Write a whole chapter Compressed in one sentence I blast in an instance America
ll never fight over you I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours A blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild
my spark See the fire, seventh sign is near So hear this calling, once the man, come twice the child 'Cause the fear of the man turned us all fucking wild
never, never fight over you I got time to kill sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild
[Verse 1 - Stage One] They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted Child of the 70s and the 80s was in it Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and
one reads And those who remember will disappear I hate to see them getting old But they're better dead than read I've just discovered something new America called
got these niggaz on freeze Get down and lay down, draw heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga For now on call me the don, and bicthes call
fall imagine how crazy that'll be America (America, America) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America
, never fight over you i got time to kill sly looks in corridors without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill thanks to the calling of the wild
Wild, wild, wild, wild Wild in the streets Wild in the streets Wild in the streets Wild in the streets In the heat of the summer Better call out a plumber
again. Battlin' years who denied history's lies, while mystery's wive's, watching with misty eyes watching they niggas be beaten visciously Battling this world is North America
crowd forms The cops ain't even come yet and money's dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin' Six girls cryin' wild