way Of dealing with the pain Forgetting everything between our rise and fall Like we never loved at all You, I hear you're doin' fine Seems like you're
you up like he should and every man from your street will try and hit if he could Yea, infront of all the public you be staunting like you're perfect
is like heaven, heaven, heaven Shocked when I knocked her Love my company, but that's a Gamble like Proctor Before your boyfriend sneak up on you like
love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, Holla We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters [Chorus] Uh, the un-American idol, tower like
Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, Holla We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters [Chorus] Uh, the un-American idol, tower like
m lonely at night) And he's invisdabul (Invisdabul) like Paula Abdul On American Idol, Episode 93. He helps me get to sleep at night, (Helps me get to sleep at
one-way's Streets ain't no football game, we running gun plays Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bible But you cowards start singing, like American Idol
in me And all my business all my sin is straight ?? and thank the hood for all the love they gave Forgive em all for all in this to hate ohhh let their
ll created a murderous Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you Got my gauge right at you Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol With my
s more realistic like I could actually be, like a construction worker or somethin [T] Man, construction workers ain't realistic man [T] You can't be out there done sawin all
they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars" Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexicans don't love it like
ya'll We drinkin' Crown up at the bar When I'm smokin' with ya'll Take it to the head 'til we fall And we duckin' the law We hit them corners 'til they
That winners never quit and quitters never win in the mind But in time my degrees are gettin' deeper Thicker in the subconscious state of the sleeper At
'cause y'all done created a murderous Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you Got my gauge right at you Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
, that's more realistic Like I could actually be Like a construction worker or somethin' Man, construction workers ain't realistic man You can't be out there done sawin' all
do, True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts, Yo before we part from the start, Where's your heart? You a pimp, hustler? Tell me what's your title, America
, True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts, Yo before we part from the start, Where's your heart? You a pimp, hustler? Tell me what's your title, America
they bunk beds, I wanted bread like Wonder Not manned-a-wanno like the parents of Lionel Nas is the Ghetto American Idol No matter what you do you're never