America — текст песни

We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in columbia

Put this shit right in front of ya (yup! This is america)

We’ve got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line

See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in america)

And we all just tryna make it all around the world

But don’t you never mistake (ain't no place like america)

And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty

dollar

(We don’t fear god in america)

Ok the sun rise from the east, the west smoke by the piece

The crime rate in my city still rising like niss

My young homie said fuck school and hit the block

I tried to tell him be thankful for the shit you got

Cuz ain’t nobody gon do nothing for you (nah)

They gave the ghetto dope to hang ourselves then kick the bucket for you

Still throwin' rocks at the pen from the dope spot

My home boy just got out and locked up again

Cuz ain’t no dissup (not at all)

Speaking frankly, it’s all about the benjamins

More chiefs than indians

That’s why I just be playin' my part part

Keep doing my thing thing

My phone like a telefine, it’s always gon ring ring

My hands cash register, they always go ching ching

Call me joe blow cuz I’m smokin' that lean green

Gotta stay high to deal with all these characters

Cash rules everything all over america

We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in columbia

Put this shit right in front of ya (yup! This is america)

We’ve got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line

See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in america)

And we all just tryna make it all around the world

But don’t you never mistake (ain't no place like america)

And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty

dollar

(We don’t fear god in america)

Nah nigga, we tryin' to ball nigga

Well it’s ejectin' into getting my hot winner

From a nobody nigga to top tenner

To bitches give you the head, just hopin' that I remember

Obama lied, ain’t see shit changed

The cocaine came, with no shame we does our thing

My gang go bang, this block we’re the same

Our block be the same, I might just get rid of that rage

And cup me a plane, I’m ghetto fabulous

Not corporate but nigga rich

Jesus christ can’t believe this shit

The pistol on me make me feel great

Your mad murk can make you feel hate

Murder squad, get your sale first

God couldn’t help me with the bills I paid

So I’m still in the collection play

Pray to him and get the answer late

On my knees, just tired of trying to get his attention

So fuck it, I’m back to this shit

We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in columbia

Put this shit right in front of ya (yup! This is america)

We’ve got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line

See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in america)

And we all just tryna make it all around the world

But don’t you never mistake (ain't no place like america)

And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty

dollar

(We don’t fear god in america)

Everybody on welfare, nobody got health care

The war going on right here

The president well aware

Come to your city but we’ll visit the ghetto there

We in our own world from california to delaware

The black mafia

Yea, the hood be arrangin' how the prices be inflated on the goods we exchangin'

Ain’t got the damn

To be a doctor was my earlier plan

Still experience let me know I had the world in my hands

Now I got so many girls in my pants

Don’t know if they’re reaching for me or the jacksons and grants

I see my fans, they all hoppin' the aks

Young bo, will you go put the game back in a trance?

I’m like I’m on it I’m on it You see how I be doing it I feel it then I record it Sound the same when I perform it To tell the truth, the crack game was never borer

Let them be the best memories we talk about tourin'

Gie