c bo - americas nightmare lyrics
22 years old, bold with much guts
o.g. from the hood kickin’ up dust
once i got ya, no one can save ya
fresh out the swamp, a neighborhood gator
one-times want some action, i’m paper lapped and taxin’
bo dropped them like the jacksons
dont sing, down with rodney king
solo on the scene, let my d-ck swing
f-ck the white man and his plan
america’s nightmare is who the f-ck i am
six-feet and dark skin, with skills of a marksman
kill at will when i feel like barkin’
so step to my left side, as i aim with my right eye
cause at the end all the whites die
i’ll have a hundred and fifty billion blacks at the white house front do’
and i won’t eat pork on a god-d-mn mission
and no i’m not a member of the muslim religion
platinum, one million stackin’
flood the hood with tapes, now everybody’s rappin’
and jackin’ so how it happen, captain
it’s the general, sucka no, indo with the fo’ fo’
auto mag saggin’ without a rag
one in the chamber, ready for the f-ckin’ danger
call up your boys, its worser then the watts riot
whitey got his buck stopped in the violence
lyrics that flow, letting your punk–ss know
standing right here’s america’s nightmare
walk like i’m on my way to execution
a.k. in my hand is what i’m usin
confusin fools run up and catch the bruisin
tatoo’s under rest in peace cause of the music
i’m hard-core, six deep in a ford explorer, ready for the f-ckin war
so when it’s on take cover
a.k’s dance from the gutter, thick gloves for the smother
no finger tips so there’s no evidence
plus i dumped the a.k’s in the ditch
hit the switches, f-ck the b-tches
i’m a killah, hardcore nappy head guerilla
soudin like cube, so give the president the bad news
another ex-con with flow, fool
no tatoo’s so you can’t mark me
down with my sista’s, f-ck charles barkley
send me to the war, and i’ll push the b-tton
america’s nightmare saggin’ and struttin’
f-ck the coppers, let ’em have it with the choppers
trigger happy like “o-dawg”, trick, america’s nightmare
it’s that locced out madness that got these steel toes thumpin’
and its that henn though that got me drunk as a motherf-cker
bangin’ like pots and pans ‘fore day he yells
thousand watts 15’s on thangs with no l’s
america’s nightmare, strapped to a tee
c-cked and ready to bust it’s that h.k. forty
im known to get further on the block then white p.d
get out of sight quickly, dump when im tipsy
crip-made hookers im the one that you fear
america’s night, motherf-ckin’ mare
uhh, so bring it on when its on
fools strapped up back to back then i make that call to the dome
i got bounce like a baller but im real like air dog
and when it gets funky i attack like a bear hog
dawg, so pick a bone with the next man
cause i, am, a crazy lunatic man
i crease my own khaki’, you fools can’t jack me
or eat a strap of fully loaded mac daddy
and dont give a f-ck, plus can’t wait to buck
full pump slugs will catch you ‘fore that -ss ducks
fool i gets even, steven ain’t even breathin
f-cked and bucked him, eternal bleedin’
on the concrete, p-ssed away like some bomb weed
f-ck freddy, its me trick: america’s nightmare
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