American Star

Woo!
Music up please!

Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A
Where the governments watching what you do and say
Ay well alright, yea

Well I'm a tell you this story bout a n**** wit' glory
Ya I come from piss poor and now I live in six stories houses
Now hows this
Listening to my own voice in my black Rolls Royce
Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses
Ha ha take off my trousers, ya
Ya don't know nothing bout this!
Ay! I'm a dope boy wit a guitar

Hey daddy can ya let me
Ride wit' the band in the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit' the dope boy!
Dope boy wit' a guitar

Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But that's OK, yea, that's alright! ya
I'm loved and praised in the U.S.A
My ancestors where slaves in the U.S.A
But now today, its alright

Yea
Come on!
Ooh!
Dope boy wit' a guitar!

Hey daddy can ya let me (yea)
Ride wit' the band in the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit' a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me (damn)
I'm on the road to the next city
Riding wit' the dope boy! (woo!)

Bridge!
Born and raised in the U.S.A
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
I was born and raised in the U.S.A
And all I wanna do is play
So turn me up
Turn me up
So turn me up!
So turn me up!