eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs Heres one your ass just lost All y'all must pay Every dog has his day Thats the
enough lawyer I can do anything in Beautiful America. I want to be in America, Okay for me in America, everything's free in America, for a small fee in America
and my whole line Until shaunshaun sitting on a gold mine I'ma play my position get up in the middle Sneak and attack this dog eat dog shit here A whole
Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway Featuring the Dirt Dog First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your
ll ever have. you cant learn this shit in no history book you ready to rap mutha fucker you ready to sell your soul hehehehe. the rap game . im a disrupted nigga you mad
.30 The mad kid walked the left side, towards me. His mother was a cleaning lady. She had a large black dog. And this day, on the road, the mad kid
drama go? Females get mad when they know At onetime or another they been a bitch or a hoe See, a bitch to Pooh is a dog, as to a hoe She can lick my mothafuckin
'm calling mad dog for the 9 millimeters 'Cause I give the song with those pecker woods to the fullest And a bitch by the name of America's on it The
nah'mean? let's just stroll alone. (havin money, havin money) Word life. (havin money) [la the darkman] Yo, yo, life is hard, so I dedicate to god Mad
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man (Zagga, zow, zow, zow) Bumba, star, yo, yo America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world We're comin' at you Kim, where
told you that I'd give you my all if I sell none Expected to sell plenty Lotta more than Kenny Big as "Coming to America" since I came and sent it They
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully And you say I should be proud of this song Think about it AMERICA! Verse One
these are the tales, the Freaky Tales These are the Tales that I cherrish so well You don't like my dirty rap, you can go to hell Cause Short Dog's on
first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream (uhh) Make it
who had to leave they family Overseas facing death everyday, missing they family Knowing that everybody that's going, ain't coming back My roll dog, took
(feat. R. Kelly) [Jay-Z] I thought this was America people! Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh? That's how we workin huh? Okay Before me there
misery The myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone