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mc ren - america lyrics

[intro: bigg rocc]
[samle of police sireens]
attention all units, be on a look out
john doe, black male, 16 and certified
been on last seein’ dippin’ through compton
then he was seein’ dippin’ through watts
we sent this mothaf-cker match head to l.a.
don’t shoot at this mothaf-cker, he’ll shoot back

[verse 1: mc ren]
i’m that n-gg- that you’ve been warned about
when villain talkin’ n-gg- shut your mouth
i spit it with the best of them
mothaf-cker and then sh-t it on the rest of them
villain the great, i’m a throw a f-ckin’ twist n-gg- up in the game
john doe that’s my mothaf-ckin’ name
i’m still that n-gg- for life, i still got wise
poor black in america cr-ppin’ the dice
lookin’ for a better way homey fiendin’ to make it
[bigg rocc:] the pen’ s look good, n-gg- day to take it
they say generation x
but these little white h-rney–ss-b-tches is fiendin’ for s-x
all my homies n-gg- smokin’ the bud
if we ain’t asleep, we’re smokin’ the bud
feds is tryin’ to catch a n-gg- say somethin’ on the phone
so my black -ss won’t never come home…

[chorus:]
[mc ren:] mothaf-ckers livin’ good in america
[chip dirty:] n-gg- mothaf-ckers poor in america
[mc ren:] they say you can’t smoke bud in the america
[bigg rocc:] we puff a big bud in the america
[mc ren:] they say everybody is free in the america
[bigg rocc:] fool n-gg-z still slaves in the america
[mc ren:] is it that f-cked up in america
[bigg rocc:] ain’t no love for the n-gg-z in america

[verse 2: bigg rocc]
we hittin’ corners in the u.s.
smokin’ bud, drive-bys with gorilla thugs
layin’ n-gg-z like wads, wicked slubs
spot you like light bob, infront of you n-gg-z at the club
show you how b-tch they was
i’ll pull my sh-t they scatter like bugs
forgot who done f-ck you up, john doe n-gg- bout to bubble a tub
n-gg-z better squash that grudge
before you be layin’ on the side of your dubs
have your homies cryin’ sayin’ d-mn n-gg- what
gotta them thinkin’ they the next n-gg- outta lock
better keep your -ss in the cut
when you beef with john doe your -ss just stuck
keep peace with john doe and i won’t bury you
in this mothaf-ckin’ harder side of america…

[chorus: with variations]
[mc ren:] mothaf-ckers livin’ good in america
[chip dirty:] n-gg- mothaf-ckers poor in america
[mc ren:] they say you can’t smoke bud in the america
[bigg rocc:] we puff a big bud in the america
[mc ren:] they say everybody is free in the america
[bigg rocc:] fool n-gg-z still slaves in the america
[mc ren:] is it that f-cked up in america
[bigg rocc:] ain’t no love for the n-gg-z in america

[verse 3: chip dirty]
i gives the f-ck, i get done my business
get in this, leave no witness
convected, when i spit this before i committed the crime
but spit it or i’m a, spit it or not
they be tryin’ to give a n-gg- some time, not 211
can’t you picture chip dirty straight droppin’ the dime
while they f-ckin’ with mines
tryin’ to cut the n-gg- a deal
b-tch i won’t snitch, so feel, that you can keep your bill
just where my cell at
homey i locked down and blocked down from the homies
when i touched down, get a creep down with the top down with the homies
almost with the rag top 10, paint and switches
oh yeah some gold d’s
go sounds for the b-tches, so i can floss on
three wheel motion, and hit switches
get up all way thang to bang and hit snitches
n-gg- virgin american dream is what i’m sellin’ you
sh-t, we duz what want in america…

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