[Big L] Ugh,Ugh,Ugh Yeah The NFL Crew and the Children of the Corn, Comin' straight from money makin' Manhattan a.k.a. Harlem, the Home of the Hustlas
who be usin' them games Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain She tried to get it where she fit in on that American Dream mission
behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade Where the boys have left their beer cans I am weeds between the graves My porches sag and lean with old black men and children Their sleep is filled with dreams
behind the graveyard and the cool beneath their shade Where the boys have left their beer cans, I am weeds between the graves My porches sag and lean with old black men and children My sleep is filled with dreams
who be usin' them games Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain She tried to get it where she fit in On that American Dream mission
the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade, where the boys have left their beer cans I am weeds between the graves. My porches sag and lean with old black men and children Their sleep is filled with dreams
[Intro:] What is America to me? A name, a map, or a flag I see? A certain word, "democracy"? What is America to me? The house I live in, a plot of earth
know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt up to Julius Caesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America
: [Intro:] What is America to me? A name, a map, or a flag I see? A certain word, "democracy"? What is America to me? The house I live in, a plot of
: What is America to me A name, a map, or a flag I see A certain word, democracy What is America to me The house I live in A plot of earth, the street
the environment Pour some liquor for those who passed away I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood Mama My dad taught me the American dream, baby You
am a backseat driver from America They drive to the left on Falls Road And the man at the wheels name is Shamus We pass a the child on a corner he knows
I am a backseat driver from America We drive to the left on Falls Road And the man at the wheel's name is Seamus We pass a child on the corner he knows
street corner, we gotta get ours now [Chorus] [talking] Yo, niggas ain't forget shit, know what I'm sayin? Niggas ain't forget nothin Men, women and children
