So I gotta get lifted! All night yea yea (Hip Hop business lift up America) Keep me lifted (Hip Hop business lift up America) So I gotta get lifted! All
So I gotta get lifted! All night yea, yea (Hip Hop business lift up America) Keep me lifted (Hip Hop business lift up America) So I gotta get lifted!
to?) Hit the studio (Check 1, 2) Sho'nuff, Yo Cisco turn my headphones up I got a message for the kids of America Play it loud in your Hi-Fi stereo
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
spew Maybe it's food For the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you To just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated And viewed in America As
They say it's murder on your folk career To make a rock record with the disappeared We'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake There
TV. Watch the fat kid grin. Watch America go wild! But he's not the famous child star anymore, he's just the funny looking guy in the stereo store.
all these year, the tears of the growing fears That I would never hear, never again Voice of America, oh America Voice of America, oh America Voice of America, oh America
took a suck on a pill And stabbed a cerebellum with a curious quill Europe, America, Winterland Introducing the band Chic thug stuttered through a stereo
make change, it don't make rank I'm not ready Strike in silence, witnesses denied If we all take the backseat, who's gonna drive Eye on america, justice
America's doin' well I look out the window My America's catchin' hell I just want to know which way do I go? To get to your America I just want to know
hands (in the air) We gotta, gotta (let go) This is a public service annoucement Breaking microphones everywhere we go We rock stereo (rock in stereo
Cruz) Ohh I'm in Central Oregon now Driving my little blue tin can And I hear green onions sing (and fuck Yreka) Green onions on the little stereo
I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully And you say I should be proud of this song Think about it AMERICA! Verse One
us.Music on the stereo the rhythm surrounds us.The rhythm of life the beat of eternal.Insecurities laid low cause we're all in together.We roam the streets of America
down at Costa Rica Ain't nobody's business but my own You can walk downtown in your birthday suit I can see you coming out of the Bank Of America with
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