flag was still there Waving on, while we dance And the flag was still there Waving on as we dance And the flag was still there Waving on while we dance And the flag was
Throw ya hoods up, bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Southside, bang motherfucker bang Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up Disrespect we gon' take it there
the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there
been in All the years I was locked up, you knawmean? Look at me CO, you see me now PO? Yea nigga! 92A5456, that was my number right there, ya heard?
glued to the door Will there be any comfort there, senor There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck And there's an iron cross still hanging
Virgin Islands Flag, Cuz if I dont Rock Cities gon get mad Im so fly that, Even when Im not on an airplane Homie I be still getting jet lag Thats just a little verse man I was
fools The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more Though I could not caution all, I still
surrender There will be no white flag above my door I'm in love and always will be And when we meet, which I'm sure we will All that was there will be there still
pride From every mountainside Let freedom ring And the rocket's red glare The bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night That out flag was still there
fillin' up the bag And a nigga comin' up on these diamonds Grabbed a couple herring bones and some rings And some ropes, still thinkin' how them diamonds was
dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan for me And with his help, my mother made a man of me Didn't blindfold me to the world we was
the top one day Swear that it never gon' stop, no way And I don't care what these haters got to say I knew that I was gonna make it there |Chorus
gallantly streaming America, America, America America, America, America And the rockets' red glare The bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there
em stand there And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms And the stars like a back truck electric flag And I'm standing there under that flag
dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your ass was born it was all on the own and
hoe that I'm fucking Still riding through the hood all the homies say "Was [unverified]" Give me my props 'cause I always rock And I still gets cock when the fine hoes jock Still
come up, don't get mad Just give a pound to let the best stand 'Cause I done tried gettin' twenty off a note I been there, slangin' fo the next nigga still
