Yo, yo what up? one luv, one thug Know what y'all muthafuckas need? What we need nigga? Know what America need? What do America need? A Outlaw as a president
down to ride To all my thugs and hustlas on the line (It's about to be some shit!) To all my thugs and hustlas down to ride To all my thugs and hustlas
and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me My mother gave birth but she really never had me Left to the hood to play daddy Raised by
of dominoes that falls down, What they're really trying to do is shut off our access to information Itself. If they can't do it by law they know there
down, Think for a minute cause the hype had died down, That I wont go up in the oval office right now, And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down, I'm all
'al America's most wanted, for sho' In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows I'm just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Checking all my traps and all my
The calendar said the 30th day of June Sinatra had the nation's No 1 tune The Yanks led the American Leauge by a country mile And I walked the floor as
clean Americans who abide by the law They both stick up for liberty and they both support the war. My happiness was paid for when they laid their money down
you to bust his balls Drop him off by Niagra Falls write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws nobody disrespects lyrical law I
with all the right people Never selling records cause they ain't keeping it real To the underground sound found with all your family garage Battling for prestige by dising all
'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules? Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make a flask of tea and
sanctuary's sake Being the victims of honor killings still permissable in numerous states By fanatical law a shamed husband can gun 'em down you see When it's affirmed by
on down -- now is your chance -- how do I know? CHORUS I guess there's a sin Savior for all of us a?? Let's all stand up
in collectible hell, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with the most shit win, that's warpy american nonsense penned by
known to dip dusk in a broken city curfew Release the hounds and see which one can tractor trail and serve you SUCKA! I lay the law down upon its belly
stay true) To all my niggas Things getting hard but we still grinding up (To stay true) To all my niggas Still don't came up and cops cribs by the river
clean Americans who abide by the law And they both stick up for liberty and they both support the war My happiness was paid for when they laid their money down