I wanted you Too shady for me You know I'm shady Can't keep me to a titi petity All in Wykiki on the weekends Sneaking freaking with Didi Pile America
to with a panther and you just can't win Self proclaimed best supress the rest The rich get richer and the poor take less The American dream was the American
game playin' Watchin' Snoop anxiously awaitin' for my chance man Hot and cocky wit it 'cause I kno' that I am man I'm goin' down in history like American
we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit, I might just sneak
get blown than 40 years again there's a war on drugs, then where did they go? they found 2 terrorists all in a row but can't find the sneaking drugs pass
Science In A City With No Name So whatcha think about mortality How are these motherfuckers running America Squeaking by like the sound of my sneakers
A long time down away on East side, South side Los Angeles, Detroit, America, U.S.A. Sittin' right about here watchin' high heels And sneakers tread concrete
K with ya, now make your choice Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga Each time
asthma Couldn't care less, you approachin' near death My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless The devil himself, a rebel in himself trapped in America
the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
half as nice It makes the hood in America look like paradise Compared to the AIDS infested Caribbean slum African streets where the passport's an American
like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America
a 1 dick, 2 chick, 3 some these whores 1 watch, 2 chains, like a 3 degrees breeze, I'm the one air, like the 23's on my sneakers And theres a lot of
says he's changing And he can keep her warm And so she sits there like America Suffering through slow reform But she'll never get back the time And the years sneak
daughter of mine can push me around In my house I'm the master But when the British come into town Gad, what a disaster Little girls in sneakers and
here What's that? Where are you from? South America What's that? South America You don't look like no South American to me I'm still from South America
visions of all our bleary progress Glowing in radiant madness Certain of all we're become Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds Gonna