(feat. Chrisette Michele) [Verse 1:] Chip on my shoulda Big enough to feed Cambodia See I never fit into they quotas Sneakers wasn't fittin' and my knees
with a panther and you just can't win Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest The rich get richer and the poor can't last The American Dream was an American
ah [buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck] In a mask at my home with no men in a mansion to get a little piece of this American dream I spit venom thru
I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17 Don't matter if I step on the scene Or sneak away to the Philippines They're still gonna put pictures of my derriere
(feat. Cee-Lo, Nas) [Diddy] The world at my sneakers, Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features, Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
clothes. Sneaker's looking Fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes. Walking that walk. Talk that slick talk. I'm liking this American Boy. American
the telephone rang inside of the SECRET BRIEFCASE belonging to THE ONE MORTAL MAN who might be able to stop all of this senseless destruction and save 'AMERICA
half as nice and makes the hood in America look like paradise compared to the AIDS-infested Caribbean slum African streets where the passport's an American
the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
me For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak
go Thats what's up down South Simple livin' that's we're all about Call your neighbors, we help each other out Thats what's up down South Kids sneaking
and I balled too hard 'Oh my god, is that a black card?' I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term African American Express Brains, power
for K with ya - now make your choice Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga Each
