Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song America Loves Gangsters, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song A Piece Of Strange, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.01.2006
Record label: LA Underground
Song language: English
America Loves Gangsters |
«These days they want to be criminals more than they want to commit crime» |
«That's--that's not just crime, that’s the way of the world» |
There’s something about a vandal’s lust |
The lifestyles of the scandalous |
Ain’t nothing like it — america loves gangsters (ha ha ha ha) |
Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis |
Ain’t nothing like it — america loves gangsters (he he he he) |
Hate stones, but the man you trust |
Cause its fun to watch cannon’s bust |
Ain’t nothing like it — america loves gangsters (we we we we) |
Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (for so long) |
Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (and so on) |
America loves Gottis, America loves bodies |
Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies |
While Eddie Nash controls bankrolls in Wonderland |
Tony Soprano hits channels and holds down On-Demand |
We wanna see it and some motherfuckers gon' wanna be it |
Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can’t defeat it |
Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high |
Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain’t swatted a fly |
Modern day cowboys with shiny alloys for side arms |
Hiding behind bombs, advanced cowards |
In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers |
Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York |
In the moments we face opponents give thanks to «gangsta» |
Maybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank ya |
Got enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the trigger |
But pop that in the city its «Freeze Nigga!!» |
There’s something about a vandal’s lust |
The lifestyles of the scandalous |
Ain’t nothing like it — america loves gangsters (ha ha ha ha) |
Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis |
Ain’t nothing like it — america loves gangsters (he he he he) |
Hate stones, but the man you trust |
Cause its fun to watch cannon’s bust |
Ain’t nothing like it — america loves gangsters (we we we we) |
Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (for so long) |
Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (and so on) |
A-scare-ica lusts danger, danger, danger |
War, load the tanks up |
In the name of the Lord give thanks for anger |
More major paper in «Gangsta» Gangster |
Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters |
Anger anchors us, cinematic screens spew |
Wrangler language, systematic schemes too |
Change the brain up, divide and conquer |
Mob on em, ride till their lives are contra’d |
Monsters, driven by capital as a stimuli |
Can never be too powerful, it makes us all admire you |
We’ll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, I |
Can’t say it’s impact hasn’t hollowed walls inside my |
Heart, my art, ummmm insane |
Is it that smart to react dark when facing pain? |
You ain’t that hard, that scarred or that real |
To go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that’s ill |
It’s 6pm again |
And I’m tuning into CNN watching marines mow down |
Crowds with machine guns |
16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies |
And now they’re thinking we won’t bring peace to these |
Streets with the same techniques that shit’s hypocrisy |
This ain’t Democracy it’s a Survival of the Fittest |
A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness |
Picture this |
People can become so blind that their ears can’t listen |
Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition |
Never done unto others but claiming that they’re Christian |
While God’s children are sittin home praying and wishing |
For answers to their questions |
Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we’re destined |
Life be a war ain’t no time for restin |
That’s why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive |
Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died |
Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth |
Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with |
Trying to steer my path in opposite on opposite directions |
That man came went |
My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back |
Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax |
But there’s no time to be laxed |
Because there’s a war all through creation |
God’s Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacements |