[VERSE 1] I guess y'all ain't heard the news (About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues (Say what?) By the deputy goon squad Devils
[VERSE 1] Hittin corners in a six-trey Chevrolet Rag-top Impalla, top dollar Got my cousin Laid-Back ridin shotgun Cause I got the front-and-back hydraulic
Don't call me nigga, whitey... Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken 2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass... They say a negro ain't good for nothin'
"Whassup nigga? Whassup for the weekend nigga?" [Kam] The weekend?! That shit ain't nothin but another two days that niggaz act crazy on Then it's gone
[Kam] Lift every voice and sing Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing So save the negro spiritual It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle And no more
[Kam] That's all I can stand, I can't stands no more Cause we done told y'all before And y'all was too near me, not to hear me Enough with the warnings
[Kam] Ain't this a bitch, what they make po' kids do Stand up for the flag salute Now put your right hand over your heart Eyes on the flag, now recite
(feat. Ice Cube) [Kam] God damn devils, done finally made they move on South Los Angeles In Watts, the shots don't quit And in Compton we got the same
(My nigga) (That's right) [VERSE 1] Now I look back, and I can remember Growin up po, waitin fo December 25th, when a gift was all I wanted (Yup) And
[VERSE 1] Every year I hear "Happy holiday" What's my religion? I do what the dollar say That's why I celebrate Christmas Cause this overweighed redneck
snitchin, so what's next? They try to break the unity Make an example of a nigga to frighten the whole community So put out an all-points bulletin and on Kam
burned Man, y'all better let them white hoes go But y'all don't hear me though (Hey fellas You guys know who I'm talkin to) [VERSE 3] (Damn Kam, I got
him Mr. Information Now how the hell do my name always come up in your conversation? Spreadin gossip like a goddamn plague If you don't know me, homie, then don't call Kam
Munchen, Frankfurt, Germania, Roma, Napoli via Italia, New York bussines America, All around the world my familia, Vodka, Russia, Transsibiria,
Jimmy wakes up hoping today will be a better day, hoping somehow today will be better than yesterday. Frustration, hate, and lies and anger are all
Role reversal shut another door. Pain liberated pacing on the floor. Just another picture a letter than I rend. I'm not a loser in a race that never
Als der Herbst kam Da wurde ihr so klar Dass nichts von Dauer ist Nichts bleibt wie es war Ihre Traume Flogen davon mit dem Wind Die Traurigkeit in
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