Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - America

rate me


æ…žosed to be

Land of the free

I don抰 see how

Count me in






Amerika, AMERIKA

Sweet land of liberty ya抣l

I抦 doin this one for the...struggle

And every bad doinbrotha

Sista,Daddy & Motha

Who livin in the gutta

You want

Betta cars

A betta heart

Another start

Ya own yard

And a place to park

You wanna

Truck and Ri(ride)

And a betta li(life)

A bigga crib

and a home cooked meal


Hell feel what you

Goin through

But i coulda warned ya

When it抯 time to be a man

Do all u can

See otha lands

And don抰 be livin for

The otha Man

Take time out and settle in

be the betta man

And closely

watch ur friends

And then

you抣l understand

A lil betta then

But on the otha hand

You so god damn stubboran (stubborn)

And you be startin shit

And ever since you

made president

we ain抰 even seen you since

You need to (you need to)

Visit our schools

Rebuild our church and Home

Stop killin my own kind

And leave my Earth alone

And stop tappin my phone

And searchin my broAnd keep your personal feelinsat home

When you bendin my chrome

Do it fo the

Weak and the strong

And to each his own

We do it for the main goal

So when all the..heat is gone


This game wasn抰 told to me (Told to me)

It was sold to me (Sold to me)

And we were never free (No!)

No way

Not in America (not amerika)

Not amerika (Not in amerika uh huh)

Our country tis of thee (tis of thee)

Land of liberty (Liberty)

But that抣l never be (Neva be-No)

No way, not in amerika

-Uh uh not this amerika-

Not in amerika (NO)


You only got 2 bucks and you give less then a fuck -- then you a nigga

Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga

World champions and you MVP -- you a nigga

4 degrees and a Ph. D -- still a nigga

To use ur Platinum card you need 4 I.D.抯 -- then you抯 a nigga

If ur skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga

Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga

You from the islands and ur peoples wasn抰 slaves -- you a nigga

No mattah how much yo ass get paid -- you still a nigga

Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cuz u a nigga

That抯 why i hold toast too

I sell bi-coastal


they inter-cathchin you with stellite so in deep space

Now...who invented niggaz in the first place?

And said Amerika is the original birth place?

Who gettin 10, 20 , life on they first case?

-My niggaz-


I抦 doin this one for the

Kids in the street

Who ain抰 missed a beat

I do it for the

Deaf and the blind

And those who don抰 eat meat

Do it for all

the chil抮en of 慸a corn

And the unborn

Do it for the speedy trials

And all the lies you done sworn

How you gonkeep the man

Mr. Crooked ass preacha man?

When your whole congregation

Drivin a brand new Benz

And writin..brand new sins

Lyinon a million men

And all my brothas, sistas,them daddy抯 And them doin time in the pin

[Chorus 2x as fading out]

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