bush

mama ain't got no cash

daddy aint got no doe

so daddy went to my mama and started pimpin that hoe

man it's hard times

niggas ain't got shit

nothin but billy clubs to they head and they ass kicked

heroin in they vein

cocaine up in they brain

man what you expect

america gave us pain

so fuck it

now we thugs

? mean drugs

and takin mean mugs

and fill 'em with those slugs

i gave up fake gods

and jesus don't look like us

why y'all think we gon' kill and just don't give a hot fuck

devil that's how you made us

? us up in the pen

man we came out blind

that's why we goin back in

but god

i'mma teach 'em

reach 'em up in these streets

bush

i'm runnin' up in this shit like a track meet

you murdered

up in texas where killin' is such a sin

the first month you in office you started killin' again

but shit

we just some niggas and that's how the game go

y'all took us up out the state moved us straight out to death row

y'all may of

made us slaves but never make us your hoe

god

you my pimp so let's start exposin' these hoes

y'all judges some weak pussies

y'all preaches some rapin' fags

these people that made us slaves

these niggas wavin' they flags

america ain't shit but home of the hot lick

they hang us all by rope

then laugh and cut off our dick

have y'all niggas ever thought about

all the things we been talkin' bout

down in mississippi

down in mississippi

have y'all niggas ever thought about

all the things we been talkin' bout

down in mississippi

down in mississippi

have y'all niggas ever thought about

all the things we been talkin' bout

down in mississippi

down in mississippi