so apt to wrap themselves up in the stripes and stars and find that they are able to call themselves heroes and to justify murder by their fighters for
I'm fryin this, molten lava burns mics My sperm spiked with termites, ill tongued like germ dykes Super informational turnpike, I burn stripes And rock
serve and perform On Crenshaw and Exposition God was born He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me and the Fellowship took it and we held it
Defended by our might, ever standing for the right, it waves forever!" Hail to the banner that waves the stars and stripes, we give our lives for Stars and Stripes
used to act, proooo black Remember Brand Nubian, 'One for all' Who ever thought Akinyele would get paid for grabbin' his balls Now I'm in the strip bar, big rap star
Bitch you've got to go Don't think you'll ever, ever, never, ever know How you shot me down so put that gun right back on to the ground And hit the road
cloak and dagger I roam with the grifters, my game's ever true My style's old skool like the new school review I gets biz, on and on for days And amaze
B-Legit, and 40 water Niggaz oughta Get to Swervin' Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin' [E-40:] Squa, Squa,Squab music Mobb Music Right on a muthfucka and
Smith and Wesson - I'm guessin' That you would play the tough guy and think that you're the shit But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extraclip Fully and
against the righteous But I got a gun, and the God got one and his man got one, and we gon' all be armed The scope is aimed at the White House, and still
half steppin' Mad Child and Buc Fifty thats 3 deadly weapons Reppin' the West Staple a Maple Leaf to my chest Thats 16 bars between stars and stripes
And see the bodies that are left on the ground Because the flag Red, white and blue And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines I still
it to them To keep the stars and stripes forever Planting bombs on planes Blowing up our ships Hill our kids and women Find this dickless slobs Hang them by the scrotum Lets and
I'm like dime a nigga You don't battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda nigga The best is me I got stripes like a referee And coke comin on
s I'm a star. [Verse 2] I'm a shampoo above ya Yeah head and shoulders I'm trynna be the coolest they trynna be the rolex lighting for the cameras for
and back Man she so stacked and she know that I want that Her man, he's so whacked girl can i taste yo cat Gave her three hundred to strip, like buyin
like a star In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit Hey baby, see me and you, we can
even buy my shit While my mothafuckin haters still alive for it It's the L to the O-B-O and the low-low minded for 'sho Armani cologne and some barbershop