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Lordz Of Brooklyn - American made



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   (ADmoney)
  I know you all just wanna hear some, mellow laid back something for the
  heart
  You know what I'm saying
  That good old American pride
  
  [Scotty Edge]
  Well I'm American this I'm American that
  From the cold water flat and my emigrant cap
  Never turn your back cause these colours don't run
  When it's time to go to war you better man them guns
  Cause the older the fiddle the sweeter the tune
  I ain't no senators son born with no silver spoon
  It's the first man on the moon
  Don't like it don't stay
  It's the good ol' Lordz of Brookln from the U-S of A
  
  [Chorus]
  I'm a Lord, Lord to the day that I die
  A real man drives a Chevy, drinks a Bud when he's dry
  Taste the whole apple pie, cause the limits the sky
  I'm a Lord to the day that I die
  Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die
  I'm a Lord to the day that I die
  Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die
  
  [ADmoney]
  Well I'm American and yo I'll die for the pride
  It's the star spangled ban-ner right in your eye
  Here to serve your ass with some straight up grass
  Right out the still hit you hard real fast
  Put down my cloddy let's get it on
  Put up your dukes I'm gonna drop that bomb
  I'm not here to speak but to speak upon a lesson
  Raise my flag high put my hand on my chest
  and the gun on my back and I'm off to the war
  To settle the score
  Right or wrong
  Here's to the men lost in Vietnam
  This one goes out to my Sis and my Mom
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Kaves]
  Once upon a time in America
  Real men drove a Chevy not an Acura
  Do you think you're tough I might laugh at ya
  Cause my aim is quite spectacular
  
  [Scotty Edge]
  Well it's the blue collar, barber shop pallor
  I trust in God like the almighty dollar
  We be taking a stand like the quiet man
  An American band we're coming to your land
  With some proud about our past shit
  Some hard working class shit
  On Sunday go to mass and on Monday kick your ass shit
  From sea to frigging sea we're being all we can be
  I said A Tree Grows In Brooklyn it's about a family
  My mother out the window hanging clothes on the line
  My father on the job who never crossed the picket line
  My crew in the joint who gotta fight to do their time
  If you listen to the words then you'll understand the rhyme
  
  [Chorus]
  
  (Kid talking till fadeout)
  "I'm a Lord to the day that I die
  Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die"
  




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