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 Boy. [
ya?ll can roll, [Rick Ross - Verse 2] I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray dickin her down for the few past days she asked the name of my sneakers
And ya'll can roll, [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray Dickin her down for the few past days She asked the name of my sneakers
catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're perspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the american
And it gets deeper than that Remember nights I used to sleep with a gat With a package of crack under my sneaker strap D's sneak attack and raid me It
giving up that cash for tuition even if She had to "shake that ass" Fucked up her money ain't accumulate that fast Lorraine know it's real, and sex control America
a hundred on 'em for a million a day Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day But it's a American gangsta right here in your face And you
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club 11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's How the fuck we sneak in with
eat it I deliver lik a pizza heat of da moment homies I get flat lik addidas I need a, endorsement deal lik jesus team say he got game ias fly n des sneakers
like Eddie Murphy when he played coming to america, Real talk when I got to the projects, I felt like I was rich cause my dad bought me sneakers, Where
crew cut all-American male Remember dancing at the high school hop With everybody drinking soda pop I didn't recognize the girl next door With beat up sneakers
The world at my sneakers Gold pieces molded with Jesus features Give streets the fever From the way I spit the Ether Came on the scene at 19, a gritty
York, I'd love to see L.A. I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy American boy, American boy, American
oh and ya?ll can roll, [Rick Ross - Verse 2] I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray dickin her down for the few past days she asked the name of my sneakers
and 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