We won't be banned in the U.S.A.! Reporter: "Luke's concerts are for adults" Luke (being interviewed): "If it's an adult show you have to be 18" "Our
bass 9-1-7 b-b-b-b-b-b-bass 917 it's a black thing? it's got to be a black thang. (repeat)
the nation by storm! Here's a report. Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice There's a brand new dance and it's comin' to your town It's done by the people who can
are suckin' I double team with a friend of mine Luke's in front an' I'm behind Just ridin' you like a pony While you suck my dick, makin' me horny Then all of a
, not a myth The king of the ghetto The man, not a myth We are Ghetto style Perched in the South The king of the ghetto The man, not a myth A black
I got an expresso and a hot burrito You look so sweet you fine senorita Mamalopenga, mama sita It's a black thing, baby, so you know it's sweeter Okay
said that I'm wack But anyway, that's okay I try not to hear what the niggas say So I just fiend for the funk like a dope fiend junky Excuse me y'all
's located, it's in Atlanta The strip club is the place to hang Just watchin' all the bitches just throwin' that thang In a smoke-filled room, filled with noise On a
down here [Incomprehensible] United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of Atlanta United State, U United State, U United State, U
U.S.A. I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a
Trade Centers For a kiss and a smile, I'll give mine all to you Come on baby, take a seat on my fender It's a long night, and tell me, what else
the way you did Maybe you'll be out there on that road Somewhere in some bus or train Traveling along in some motel room There'll be a radio playing
are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover
cried Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain Now, don't it feel like you're a rider on a
out on 95 All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss Someday, mister, I'm gonna
I'm sick and tired of you setting me up Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down I pull you close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt
s a war outside still raging You say it ain't ours anymore to win I want to sleep beneath Peaceful skies in my lover's bed With a wide open country
