you're striving to illuminate the night, You might as well use every lane She's got these eyes (she's got these eyes), these fiery eyes (these fiery eyes) She's got these
you will take the high road I will take the low You will take the high road home I will take the low road where it goes Whether our roads ever gonna
Preface: painless You looked so pretty in that long, tall dress Pissed all for a princess Approaching Portland, sense pointed west You can never really
Pleasure and pain and pride and me Racing to the top of the apple tree Each one with plans only he can see I'm gonna throw 'em off if they dont throw
We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union I have a dream, a dream that one day We hold these truths to be self-evident
You ain't tryin' to represent the black community You just carin' about your little ol' R&B bull You play all day and night I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
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I dreamed I was the president of these united states I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect law,
And these wars they can't be won and these wars they can't be won And do you want them to go on and on and on? Why split these states when there can be
kids in double dutch Some couldn't feel our style or feel our flow Ever talked our slang never walked our roads All they know is these niggaz is tainted
crowds without a gun like if The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I surprise and blow Five hundred thousand units
the both of us we aint got a damn thang. Its me and my brother, my brother and me, all that you see on TV Chorus Verse : d- roc United states
time Yeah, haha, still Aftermath, 2006 And don't worry about that Detox album It's comin', we gonna make Dre do it, haha 50 cent, G-unit, Obie Trice, D-twizzy, Stat
Swing one last time Yeah, still Aftermath, 2006 And don't worry about that Detox album, it's comin' We gon' make Dre do it, 50 Cent, G-Unit Obie Trice, D-twizzy, Stat
And don't worry about that detox album It's comin We gon' make dre do it (haha) 50 cent G-unit obie trice D-twizzy Stat quo Doctor dre We aint
the stars for the rights of men Who have died for the protect? The women and men who have broke their necks For the freedom of speech The United States
Ladies and gentlemen Yeah, Kweli Won't you stay around with me? And please say the rhyme 'Cause these rappers think that I'm in love with your state
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Now throw ya hands up Bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Two words, United States