guy who killed all those kids" We got off to a pretty good start Oh, boy, look what we've won Love, American Style Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Love, American Style
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[Styles P:] Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that
' My Squad's hard and far from Puritans Robbin' and killin' men like we proud to be Americans We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs
absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown out the car And ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like
hard and levitate just like I'm GOD, And I'm livin' lovely, I'm in the clouds no one above me, With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love
niggas follow me like one time Everybody love me like the sunshine Combine, ain't that you never knew of Niggas say one but I've got two loves Check it
black bone here's to ya As long as I'm around believe me none could ever do ya You warm, considerate, and far from a softie And that's why I love ya,
black bone here's to ya As long as I'm around believe me none could ever do ya You warm, considerate and far from a softie And that's why I love ya, you
to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin My squad's hard and far from puritans Robbin and killin men like we proud to be americans Chorus
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 we love
my family before the poison feeding commence but if I should exhaust God's patience on *someone* better take my place nigga tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy// After this racist latinos will god damn me// But my black people love me// And when i go to South America people
, addicted to this rap game standing up and busting, this aint a come back, this aint a second coming we took a real loss when John back stops strumming! America
As I commence to convince, yo, I'm kind of tense 'Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and profile They're fronting hard but ain't go no style Steadily
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild Some learn slower and lag in the mud Some stand up in defense of a style Some let the big dogs eat them up At exactly
you got style You make every man feel like a child You got some kinda hold on me You're all wrapped up in mystery So wild so free so far from me You're
, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut
