America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
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a 40oz is how i start my day
eat some rice n beans, open the dutch and spark my haze
lay back and watch some sportscenter
a bunch of goody goody athletes frontin when i know they that all sinners
its a harsh winter, so i put on the snorkel and the skully cap
but i keep it half zippered
got my hat tippin, to the southwest
im headin southwest to meet shorty bout sex
its about six, and the suns settin
in other words, there's about to be blood sheddin
cuz its night time, new york city night life
got the streets jumpin in the club beat bumpin
you wanna see sumthin, well take ya shades off
keep the condoms on, gotta keep the AIDS off
got the grey goose, bout to bust a case off
got the trey too, bout to bust a case off
niggaz actin hard when they stay soft
bitches get derailed till the trains off
let they brain talk, i'd love to chit-chat
in case they bitin, im rollin wit a big bat
break they jaw, put em on the floor, feet stompin
i call it bar hoppin, now its time to eat sumthin
head to mickey d's, see a shorty, she's a freak
(she's a dime piece) she's a nickel, nigga please
give me a quarter pounder wit some pickles please
be easy on the sauce and add a little cheese
now its time to bounce, head into the subway
hop the turnstile, i dont have enough pay
time to go to sleep cuz i had a rough day
this the shit i do every single sunday
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