's this 1 thing that got me trippin' It's this 1 thing that got me trippin' You did this 1 thing my soul may be feelin' It's this 1 thing you did It'
The only thing that ever made sense to me Is the world that I saw from an American movie The only thing that ever made sense in my life Ooh, is the sound
Visit of an American Poet characters 1 - Narrator 2 - Poet 3 - Wife 4 - Zarenda 5 - Employee 6 - Neighbour 7 - Policeman (Salem, Frisco
I like to dream Right between the sound machine On a cloud of sound I drift in the night Any place it goes is right Goes far, flies near, to the stars
Instrumental
this guy where I was from he said oh, Canada kinda laughs it off, real funny huh? yeah, uh, come on (O Canada) 1-2, 1-2, mic check, 1-2, 1-2 yeah (O
to me) G. Dep!!!! Special delivery!!! (I want that) Come on now!!! Special delivery!!! (I need that) Child of the ghetto!!! Special delivery!!! (Can I have that?) 1-1
Man-Ant, yeah, true niggas with attitudes To king sun, peace God to chuck, flavor and griff Y'all are still one group as far as I'm concerned An' y'all are true players, to KRS 1
in the parkin' lot You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone 3 4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, Atlanta, I'm forever, son Still be on whatever coast
announcement.... Lil' Wayne ? Weezy F. Baby IS, the best rapper alive (Hit me, Haaa!) GOOD MORNING NEW YORK! GOOD AFTERNOON NEW ORLEANS! GOOD NIGHT AMERICA
who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret 1st Chorus: Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's
[Rick Ross - Verse 1] The minute I wake up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some bitches and have a good time A lot
bury, ya Nigga act up and I betta take care ah, ya Scared ah ya, I be ready for the war Nigga I'm America's most Barely coast ta coast If you ready
up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block Verse 1: Bizzy Bone Who
slut lays up but naw, naw dawg I can see myself bein broke-a-trippin found a broad dawg its a runnin-back, if its mine keep attack 1-2-3-4 baby daddy
livin' blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me I flaunted America