Ja Rule - Emerica Lyrics
[newsman]Extra, extraExtra, extraHear all about itJa rule has just been elected the president...Of the united ghettos of emericaAnd 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(dont hate me) cuz I done made this world what its gon beWelcome to emerica(dont hate me)cuz I done made this world what its 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 thugsIts 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 hos?Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so whatBill and hillery stay for them stillsThats a down ass ***** for yaWash em with some soap and waterAnd return them dirty bras to their rightful ownerNow thats creep shitOne over one, I got this broad on the one-o-oneShes botherin, so dont even come up in hereCuz shes contious, no nonsenseShe like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constantGettin the w1s you church girlProda stant, its aiight ma you rollin wit the inc.[chorus][young life]Yeah Im here can you tell?Mo niggaz livin, livin in ? ? ? in emericaIm never gonna feel, nigga Im tellin yaYoung life is a compeditorAnd is into real my niggaz headed up hillIm lettin you know shits realI came into the game copped a dealAimin to get this shit stillIt aint been a minute I aint been highAnd I havent handled my buisnessHow I been *****in you *****es 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 Im a editor, restin up with the best of emMinds of them *****es that stress givin em hard sexIm set for life, the lightin hos 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 homeMother*****ers prepare to die[chorus][chink santana]Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoesNo youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bonesIm rattin away wit knots comin up, whats no pills?Thats why theyll find your ass slumped in the blacks of villeBut still, I spot that paper jo, blowin my weedAnd aint 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 aint no crack dayI gotsa come up on the stash and get back manCuz I done witness all this shit that they say them hos do*****in wit x, like finger *****in that hot glockWhile she swallow her titBut real, there nigga want his dick sucked?*****es is why *****es turn that rehold into a intrick (its pimp shit)No limp dick, just a gangsta *****Why the murder put some major bust biatch[chorus]Welcome to emerica...
