After a month in the country, nothing A boring nation at war with itself But not really at war with itself Is it true you had fantasies to awake to You
me up, throw the key away But if this is really fate then love will wait, oh yeah Now there's a little white house On the edge of a country lake And
long I must have super powers Rap 225 thousand hours Get it calculated, do the math I made 1,000 songs that made you move your a*** And for the last 300 months
em tell theyself And you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with
Booty Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playa's club for about a month or two Put his hand on it then see what it do I found you Ms. New
this country? I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London And last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie Where he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a
the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day
we right back before the judge They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence It was January 28th, he ain't been home since Threw a nigga through a
nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics A beer drinkin ??? gettin plastered like alcoholics. I smash kids that fraulic or tip-toe through the tulips Smack a
Yeah (Chorus) (Everlast) Cool as a summer breeze Drifting on memory She got me on my knee But darlin' I'm begging, please And if there's a winter storm
the Bush administration Announced a recession had stricken the Nation the highest quarterly Earnings in ten years were posted by Chevron Meanwhile a
it going on I'm staring at the clock, a tick and a tock I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me If
no it wasn't no thang Rapper dies of aids but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroine and a shot gun and a hero was
They had a warrant out for me all over the country And I was trying to beat the raps in Idaho I was breaking into a schoolhouse Sunday morning without
Verse1: I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!) Seven months, class act I was racin? down the block As a matter of fact I could've been a track star
it was like Santa we would be having a Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out and if I robe for a million I just
convertible drops Hand you and your best friend Sharon a rock Copped a house on a hill six car garage Back massage I'm into menage a trois Where I'm
might ask what it takes to remember When you know that you've seen it before Where a government lies to a people And a country is drifting to war And there's a
