Sangtekster:
America Heard Home Rolled

hear my glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch ass styles I hit you like deacon Jones' house, cough without the bones I rolled

droppin science, born to roll Mau Maus droppin science, born to roll Hard Black droppin science, born to roll Mau Maus droppin science, born to roll [

me down My DJ has jams, by the pound (c'mon, let's go) [Chorus] [Bo Skaggs Nitty] Skaggs Nit' Aiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled up My ice

The City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Half way home, we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to

resist Everybody, I say it goes like this Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon A reporter stopped me for a interview She said she's heard stories and she's heard

The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America Time to roll out the red carpet

bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic There's Seeger singing in his heart

've got a house with a pick-up truck In a place across the sea" I said, "Sure, why not, I've got no family You seem like a nice guy" So we went off to America The home

[Immortal Technique] Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would never live Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did I got bullets that'll rip