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America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,085
Peak in subgenre #503
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
June 08, 2005
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
ayo its friday, time to get live, im'a set it off
time to get it craccin, im lookin for some action
silver plated magnum, six shots gotta pullet
tryin to find some niggaz that think they can dodge a bullet
got a stash, gotta put it, in the whip, under cushions
let it flip, push a button, let it rip, bitches runnin
im'a end the night wit some groupie bitches cummin
pour a million drinks, im bussin all up in they lips for nuttin
bandana on my wrist, wrapped around my tatoo's
im headin to the backroom tryin to slap up on a bitch
shorty wit the big lips, i tap her on her wrists
whisper in her ear, then she grabs up on my dick
straight VIP, me n my crew, DC
im sure to bag every chick i see
my cup filled wit some yac, im babblin my speech
the whole spot gettin wild when they hear my beats
crack a dutch, what!
spark it up, what!
80 proof n up betta put it in my cup!
grey goose, let the bass boom in the club!
bootleg, bump it in ya whip, turn it up!
crack a dutch, what!
spark it up, what!
80 proof n up betta put it in my cup!
grey goose, let the bass boom in the club!
bootleg, bump it in ya whip, nigga what!
this shit is gettin hot, time to spill out on the streets
block party, hot mami's, smirnoff, bacardi
151 sure get a nigga done, redrum to anyone
tryin to hurt a niggaz buzz
we gettin love, the whole city behind us
e'body got bottles fizzin like guysers
im thinkin im bust, a shot, get it liva
now everybody runnin, look at what ive done
i dont give a fuck, it was boring anywayz
we dont give a fuck, there's a party everyday
gotta hit the store, get a forty, get a philly
shit is really, needed to calm down the killa in me
back on the block, the same ol hood rats
lips always wrapped on a cock, askin for rocks
gotta watch my back for the cops
they mappin our plots
but i keep my hand on the glock - nigga...what!
wake up in my crib, throw up in the hallways
panties on the floor, semen hangin on my balls
bitches naked on my bed, i smack em in the jaws
this aint a hotel, you betta bounce wit ya hoe smells
hop in the shower, bout to hit the streets again
call my manz up, (hello?) yo we gonna leave at ten
we headin to station, gonna get our songs played
all day cuz we got our gunz to the gaurds face
bar after bar, track after track
no censors, real niggaz bustin gats to our raps
holdin the airwaves hostage, nigga its DC!
all across the 5 boroughs, jersey and ct
tri-state is irate to the heated climate
hi-stakes got you on the edge like ice skates
luke hefner hold it down for tha q borough
queens finest, im bound to shine like clean diamonds
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