were on my mind that day You were on my mind each day You were on my mind that day and forever, and forever We were lovers then and forever There
Fordítás: Amerika. És Forever.
You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone 3 4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, Atlanta, I'm forever, son Still be on whatever coast, grindin', blowin
'm new in the city But I'm down for the night Down for the night, down for the night Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America
Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's Call a truce, world peace, stop actin' like savages No war, we should take time and think The bombs and tanks makes
(Chorus) Akon See everybody wanna fake and pretend But me im tired of goin in and outta the pen Im done with disobeyin the law One false move and ill
Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit, I might just sneak in A couple words and like peaches and herb We'll be reunited and
peace shines on and on And never fades away America, America indivisible we are One nation under God And that will never change Coz It's Christmas in America
viciously Battle in the wilderness of North America Run by the river, only stoppin' to pray chased by predators Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president Their capacity for evil so evident and
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit? Am I hard hardcore, harder than a Plymouth It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff And
Girl, you know the game and when you start to run Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky He ain't nothin', girl, you know Rappers who freestyle forever
pistol whipped Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap Like Kodak, these cats get the picture Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya
heat. [yeah] The heat. The heat [aint no escape yall] the heat [no turin back, im here forever] i recolect the era where terra and recommendations of
In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme In America
nemesis Mother America's not witnessing The Harlem renaissance birthed black businesses This is the tale of lost innocence As the incense burns and the turn tables turn And
'm not the snitch, I don't go to the cops to get rich I go to the block and pitch I go with the glock and click, I go with the pop I'm sick I go with
