Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amerika, artist - Trick Daddy. Date of issue: 19.03.2001
Song language: English
Amerika |
| 'Posed to be… Land of the free |
| I don’t see how |
| Count me in |
| Uh |
| America |
| Oh |
| America |
| Ha-ha-ha |
| America (AMERICA!) |
| Sweet land of liberty y’all! |
| I’m doing this one for the struggle |
| And every bad doin' brotha |
| Sista, daddy and mother |
| Who livin' in the gutter |
| You want better cars |
| And a better heart |
| Another start |
| Yo' own yard |
| And a place to park |
| You want a trustin' wife |
| And a better life' (life) |
| A bigger crib |
| And a home cooked meal |
| Every single night |
| Hell, I feel with you goin' through |
| But I coulda warned you |
| When its time to be a man |
| Do all you can |
| See other lands |
| And don’t be livin' for the other man |
| Take time out and settle in |
| Be the better man |
| And closely: watch your friends |
| And then |
| You’ll understand |
| A lil' better then |
| But on the other hand |
| You so god damn «stubbor-an» |
| And you be |
| Startin' shit |
| And ever since you made president |
| We ain’t even seen you since |
| You need to (You need to) |
| Visit our schools |
| Rebuild our church and homes |
| Stop killin' my own kind |
| And leave my Earth alone |
| And stop tappin' my phone |
| And searchin' my brone |
| And keep your personal feelings home |
| When you bandin' my chrome |
| Do it for the |
| Weak and the strong |
| And to each his own |
| We do it for the main goal |
| So when all the heat is gone |
| (*Trick Daddy*) |
| This game wasn’t told to me (*Told to me*) |
| It was sold to me (*Sold to me*) |
| And we are never free (*No!*) |
| No way |
| Not in America (*Not America*) |
| Not America (*Not in America uh-uh*) |
| Our country 'tis of thee (*'tis of thee*) |
| Land of Liberty (*Liberty*) |
| But that’ll never be (*Never Be — NO!*) |
| No way |
| Not in America (*uh-uh Not in this America*) |
| Not in America (*No*) |
| You only got 2 bucks and give less than a f**k -- then you a nigga |
| Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga |
| World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga |
| 4 degrees and a Ph. D -- still a nigga |
| To use your platinum card you need four ID’s -- then you’s a nigga |
| If your 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 your peoples was inslaves -- you a nigga |
| No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga |
| Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga |
| That’s why I hold toast too |
| I sell bi-coastal |
| International |
| They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space |
| Now… Who invented niggas in the first place? |
| And said America is the original birthplace? |
| Who gettin' 10 — 20 — Life on they first case? |
| My niggas |
| I’m doin' this one for the |
| Kids in the streets |
| Who ain’t missed a beat |
| Do it for the |
| Deaf and the blind |
| And those who don’t eat meat |
| Do it for all the |
| Children of the corn |
| And the unborn |
| Do it for the speedy trials |
| And all the lies you done sworn |
| How you gon' keep the man |
| Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man |
| When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz |
| And writing brand new sins |
| Lyin' on a million men |
| And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin' time in the Penn, |
| again |
| America |