Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Me, artist - C.L. Smooth. Album song American Me 12", in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.05.2006
Record label: Shaman Work
Song language: English
American Me |
People of the press |
We are in a state of emergency |
The President is here to address the terrorist level rising |
And the upgrade of homeland security |
We are in the position as a nation |
Where critical times are hard to accept |
We will answer your questions in the order received |
Ladies and gentlemen, The President |
How I’m coming in the land of opportunity |
A few love to see me get it |
The rest spend their energy trying to ruin me |
I move like it’s two of me; |
you run up on it it’s said |
It’s like I got eyes in the back of my head |
If there was any doubt before, I could never return |
Watch and learn, this the type of heat that make Pete squirm |
Next turn, the cream of the crop, even if screwed and chopped |
It’s like an orphan rich families adopt |
When they left CL with nathin — only wishing me |
A lifetime of rabbit ears and pure frustration |
From that, to standing ovation |
Just to let 'em see my brand new LP sweep the nation |
You’re dealing with a much wiser mind with inner strength to find |
And force rougher hands to fall in line |
And locked down in your town, strung out and still not free |
For the world to see American Me |
In a jam, they wanna chase me like Uncle Sam |
Have me leave my life it’s crazy |
Come back home, give me 52 states to roam |
And complain when it’s time to pay me |
I’m on top of my game when it comes to the country |
People thinking oh it’s just gravy |
I’m as hard as they come, straight out the slum |
Nothing comes for free it’s American Me |
Like I’m giving you your last rites, when you see my face |
All you’re looking at is stars and stripes |
With three-fourths of the drug law |
So now you know why we build with bricks, they build with straw |
Against the mark of the beast |
Cause sometimes men must fight wars to truly have peace |
Hear to conquer valleys of foreign soil |
'til you show me all your hidden weapons and fields of oil |
I’m sending in troops, heavy press want the inside scoop |
I’m like mums the word up in this coop — oversee that God |
When they move that quick |
Admire my swag to use it as a measuring stick |
I paid my dues, why we can’t lose, plus I refuse |
To let 'em stagnate the growth of my blues |
The pattern of me is sign no statements, cop no plea |
In what can only be American Me |
That’s why they all jockey for position |
Just the crabs in the barrel, but watch me from the outside fishin' |
This is stop look and listen, besides the shine and glisten |
You learn and earn when nothin' is a given |
Meet soldiers in victory, lames in defeat |
Bunk with heads in the joint who can’t live on the street |
When I die for the principle, stand for the code |
Where I never gotta come back, I just reload~! |
Like the bars in the bing, the puppet on the string |
Names ring but can only be one king |
I’m talkin' 'bout a whole new leadership, my voice on them beats |
And how they gotta come up out them seats |
I bang hard and unscripted, strong black and gifted |
Missed it, is how the top spot got shifted |
CL’s the key, to the way things have to be |
Living the dream, American Me |