Traduction: Oncle Sam. Faisons Ride.
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller (Uncle Sam
might Blow the show teachers speakin yo, I cut MP's To release to each and be friends of Every single, individual Everybody all over the world, it's
Was Confused Now I'm Like Let's Ride 305 Till I Die 305 Till I Die Blood Is Thicker Than Water (At Least They Say It Is) Until The Fed's Step In (
't be stopped, 50 G's strong Fred Benz, Freddy B Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep A motherfuckin' mack, that's what I am Taxin' a bitch like Uncle Sam She
was confused now I'm like let's ride 305 till I die, 305 till I die Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is Till dem Fed's step in that's
headin for the next show (yeah) Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride My man keith steps to my side Chris pulls up, uncle sam next to him (uh-huh) I
door screaming let me in Tell the owner hit the locks when we stepping in Charlie Sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win Nah, niggas they dont wanna let
mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why
your girl, why accuse me? I think you're insecure, not sure If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door Back in your ride, no apartment,
see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller (Uncle Sam
kid rock's come to get it This town ain't dope, it's a throat, and I slit it Im raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride (? ? ? ) steppin, I always
s To release to each and be friends of Every single individual Everybody all over the world It's time for understandin', come together Jumbo, yo, that's
's last gleamings Just probing the fields of relativity A grand wandering between you and me Uncle Sam, he'll put out his hand You got to understand, he's gonna take some away He's
't kill a damn fool, it's a animant's steel It's the liquor and the bills cause a man to steal It's the lack of Medicaid and these bitches got AIDS And
accordingly To get the blessings we suppose to receive Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too See, he's jealous because his skin is a curse but what's
anybody stroll today And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through? Well, check it out First here's what you have to do It's time to let the P I
(It's Tha Liks, baby) Here to wet your top So all the ladies gather 'round, it's time to party down That's right, that's right (That's right) We got