America Loves Gangsters Lyrics
| Song | America Loves Gangsters |
| Artist | Cunninlynguists |
| Album | A Piece Of Strange |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bush, CunninLynguists, Means ... | |
| (Hook: Deacon) | |
| There's something about a vandal's lust | |
| The lifestyles of the scandalous | |
| Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (ha ha ha ha) | |
| Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis | |
| Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (he he he he) | |
| Cause its fun to watch cannon's bust | |
| Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (we we we we) | |
| Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (for so long) | |
| GOne off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (and so on) | |
| (Verse 1: Natti) | |
| America loves Gottis, America loves bodies | |
| Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies | |
| While Eddie Nash constrols bankrolls in Wonderland | |
| Tony Soprano hits channels and holds down On-Demand | |
| We wanna see it and some mother****ers gon' wanna be it | |
| Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can't defeat it | |
| Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high | |
| Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain't swatted a fly | |
| Modern day cowboys wit shiny alloys for side arms | |
| Hiding behind bombs, advanced cowards | |
| In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers | |
| Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York | |
| In the moments we face opponents give thanks to "gangsta" | |
| Maybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank ya | |
| Got enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the trigger | |
| But pop that in the city its "Freeze Nigga!!" | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Verse 2: Deacon) | |
| A-scare-ica lusts danger, danger, danger | |
| War, load the tanks up | |
| In the name of the Lord give thanks for anger | |
| More major paper in "Gangsta" Gangster | |
| Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters | |
| Anger anchors us, cinematic screens spew | |
| Wrangler language, systematic schemes too | |
| Change the brain up, divide and conquer | |
| Mob on em, ride till their lives are contra'd | |
| Monsters, driven by capital as a stimuli | |
| Can never be too powerful, it makes us all admire you | |
| We'll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, I | |
| Can't say it's impact hasn't hollowed walls inside my | |
| Heart, my art, ummmm insane | |
| Is it that smart to react dark when facing pain? | |
| You ain't that hard, that scarred or that real | |
| To go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that's ill | |
| (Tim Means)(Spoken Word) | |
| It's 6pm again | |
| And i'm tuning into CNN watching marines mow down | |
| Crowds with machine guns | |
| 16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies | |
| And now they're thinking we won't bring peace to these | |
| Streets with the same techniques that shit's hypocrisy | |
| This ain't Democracy it's a Survival of the Fittest | |
| A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness | |
| Picture this | |
| People can become so blind that their ears can't listen | |
| Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition | |
| Never done unto others but claiming that they're Christian | |
| While God's children are sittin home praying and wishing | |
| For answers to their questions | |
| Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we're destined | |
| Life be a war ain't no time for restin | |
| That's why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive | |
| Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died | |
| Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth | |
| Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with | |
| Trying to steer my path in opposite directions | |
| That man came went | |
| My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back | |
| Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax | |
| But there's no time to be laxed | |
| Because there's a war all through creation | |
| God's Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacements |
| zuo qu : Bush, CunninLynguists, Means ... | |
| Hook: Deacon | |
| There' s something about a vandal' s lust | |
| The lifestyles of the scandalous | |
| Ain' t nothing like it america loves gangsters ha ha ha ha | |
| Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis | |
| Ain' t nothing like it america loves gangsters he he he he | |
| Cause its fun to watch cannon' s bust | |
| Ain' t nothing like it america loves gangsters we we we we | |
| Gone off that gangsta gangsta 2X for so long | |
| GOne off that gangsta gangsta 2X and so on | |
| Verse 1: Natti | |
| America loves Gottis, America loves bodies | |
| Pacino counting CNotes for shooting up club lobbies | |
| While Eddie Nash constrols bankrolls in Wonderland | |
| Tony Soprano hits channels and holds down OnDemand | |
| We wanna see it and some mother ers gon' wanna be it | |
| Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can' t defeat it | |
| Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high | |
| Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain' t swatted a fly | |
| Modern day cowboys wit shiny alloys for side arms | |
| Hiding behind bombs, advanced cowards | |
| In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers | |
| Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York | |
| In the moments we face opponents give thanks to " gangsta" | |
| Maybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank ya | |
| Got enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the trigger | |
| But pop that in the city its " Freeze Nigga!!" | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Deacon | |
| Ascareica lusts danger, danger, danger | |
| War, load the tanks up | |
| In the name of the Lord give thanks for anger | |
| More major paper in " Gangsta" Gangster | |
| Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters | |
| Anger anchors us, cinematic screens spew | |
| Wrangler language, systematic schemes too | |
| Change the brain up, divide and conquer | |
| Mob on em, ride till their lives are contra' d | |
| Monsters, driven by capital as a stimuli | |
| Can never be too powerful, it makes us all admire you | |
| We' ll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, I | |
| Can' t say it' s impact hasn' t hollowed walls inside my | |
| Heart, my art, ummmm insane | |
| Is it that smart to react dark when facing pain? | |
| You ain' t that hard, that scarred or that real | |
| To go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that' s ill | |
| Tim Means Spoken Word | |
| It' s 6pm again | |
| And i' m tuning into CNN watching marines mow down | |
| Crowds with machine guns | |
| 16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies | |
| And now they' re thinking we won' t bring peace to these | |
| Streets with the same techniques that shit' s hypocrisy | |
| This ain' t Democracy it' s a Survival of the Fittest | |
| A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness | |
| Picture this | |
| People can become so blind that their ears can' t listen | |
| Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition | |
| Never done unto others but claiming that they' re Christian | |
| While God' s children are sittin home praying and wishing | |
| For answers to their questions | |
| Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we' re destined | |
| Life be a war ain' t no time for restin | |
| That' s why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive | |
| Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died | |
| Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth | |
| Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with | |
| Trying to steer my path in opposite directions | |
| That man came went | |
| My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back | |
| Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax | |
| But there' s no time to be laxed | |
| Because there' s a war all through creation | |
| God' s Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacements |
| zuò qǔ : Bush, CunninLynguists, Means ... | |
| Hook: Deacon | |
| There' s something about a vandal' s lust | |
| The lifestyles of the scandalous | |
| Ain' t nothing like it america loves gangsters ha ha ha ha | |
| Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis | |
| Ain' t nothing like it america loves gangsters he he he he | |
| Cause its fun to watch cannon' s bust | |
| Ain' t nothing like it america loves gangsters we we we we | |
| Gone off that gangsta gangsta 2X for so long | |
| GOne off that gangsta gangsta 2X and so on | |
| Verse 1: Natti | |
| America loves Gottis, America loves bodies | |
| Pacino counting CNotes for shooting up club lobbies | |
| While Eddie Nash constrols bankrolls in Wonderland | |
| Tony Soprano hits channels and holds down OnDemand | |
| We wanna see it and some mother ers gon' wanna be it | |
| Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can' t defeat it | |
| Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high | |
| Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain' t swatted a fly | |
| Modern day cowboys wit shiny alloys for side arms | |
| Hiding behind bombs, advanced cowards | |
| In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers | |
| Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York | |
| In the moments we face opponents give thanks to " gangsta" | |
| Maybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank ya | |
| Got enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the trigger | |
| But pop that in the city its " Freeze Nigga!!" | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Deacon | |
| Ascareica lusts danger, danger, danger | |
| War, load the tanks up | |
| In the name of the Lord give thanks for anger | |
| More major paper in " Gangsta" Gangster | |
| Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters | |
| Anger anchors us, cinematic screens spew | |
| Wrangler language, systematic schemes too | |
| Change the brain up, divide and conquer | |
| Mob on em, ride till their lives are contra' d | |
| Monsters, driven by capital as a stimuli | |
| Can never be too powerful, it makes us all admire you | |
| We' ll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, I | |
| Can' t say it' s impact hasn' t hollowed walls inside my | |
| Heart, my art, ummmm insane | |
| Is it that smart to react dark when facing pain? | |
| You ain' t that hard, that scarred or that real | |
| To go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that' s ill | |
| Tim Means Spoken Word | |
| It' s 6pm again | |
| And i' m tuning into CNN watching marines mow down | |
| Crowds with machine guns | |
| 16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies | |
| And now they' re thinking we won' t bring peace to these | |
| Streets with the same techniques that shit' s hypocrisy | |
| This ain' t Democracy it' s a Survival of the Fittest | |
| A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness | |
| Picture this | |
| People can become so blind that their ears can' t listen | |
| Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition | |
| Never done unto others but claiming that they' re Christian | |
| While God' s children are sittin home praying and wishing | |
| For answers to their questions | |
| Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we' re destined | |
| Life be a war ain' t no time for restin | |
| That' s why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive | |
| Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died | |
| Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth | |
| Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with | |
| Trying to steer my path in opposite directions | |
| That man came went | |
| My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back | |
| Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax | |
| But there' s no time to be laxed | |
| Because there' s a war all through creation | |
| God' s Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacements |
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