Текст песни Ja Rule - Emerica, слова песни Ja Rule

Текст песни Ja Rule - Emerica

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Текст песни Ja Rule - Emerica

(feat. Chink Santana, Young Life)(Newsman)Extra, extraExtra, extraHear all about itJa Rule has just been elected the President...Of the united ghetto's of Emerica( )And this is what he had to say at presstimeAt press time this is what Ja Rule had to sayAmerica...(Chorus 2X: Ja Rule)Welcome to Emerica(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's gon beWelcome to Emerica(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's done to me(Ja Rule)Niggaz, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoesof the Emerica, go on sell ya drugsCuttin taxes for strippers and thugsIt's all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I shouldI make it publicly desmist understoodWhen they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-telWas you freakin them ho's?Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so whatBill and Hillery stay for them stillsThat's a down ass bitch for yaWash em with some soap and waterAnd return them dirty bra's to their rightful ownerNow that's creep shitOne over one, I got this broad on the one-o-oneShe's botherin, so don't even come up in hereCuz shes contious, no nonsenseShe like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constantGettin the W1's you church girlProda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.Chorus:(Young Life)Yeah I'm here can you tell?Mo' niggaz livin, livin in ?? in EmericaI'm never gonna feel, Nigga I'm tellin yaYoung Life is a compeditorAnd is into real my niggaz headed up hillI'm lettin you know shit's realI came into the game copped a dealAimin to get this shit stillIt ain't been a minute I ain't been highAnd I haven't handled my buisnessHow I been fuckin you bitches rightYeah you witnesses my lifeImperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tightStill, in EmericaRemilitary is terror nigga holds his medalOf his never be availibleThat easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of emMinds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sexI'm set for life, the lightin ho's that writeAnd hit the mic, not over nightYou get the gift to be the best of something like(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin homeMotherfuckers prepare to dieChorus:(Chink Santana)Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoesNo youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bonesI'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills?That's why they'll find your ass slumped in the blacks of villeBut still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weedAnd ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be meBut now days these lil youngins rollin on EAnd a nigga that supplyin that is who runs the streetsNow look, this ain't no crack dayI gotsa come up on the stash and get back manCuz I done witness all this shit that they say them ho's doFuckin wit X, like finger fuckin that hot glockWhile she swallow her titBut real, there nigga want his dick sucked?Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It's pimp shit)No limp dick, just a gangsta fuckWhy the murder put some major bust biatchChorus:Welcome to Emerica...

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