LYRICS FOR "20 Dollar"
War
Talkin' about y'all's such a bore
I'd rather talk about moi
Like do you know the cost of AK's up in Africa?
20 dollars ain't s*** to you
But that's how much they are
So they're gonna use this s*** just to get by
Is gold
Don't you like my bandanna?
My stains hang low
On my shirts like a-ya-ya
Monkey brains and banana
I'll hit you with my antenna
Put soap in my eye
Make it red so I look raa ra ra
So I woke up with my holy Qur'an
And found out I like Allah-lah
So we shooting till the song is up
Little boys are acting up
And baby
And the leaders all around cracking up
We goat rich
Price of living in a shanty town just seems very high
But we still like T
Dancing as we shooting up and looting just to get by
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind? Where is my mind?
War
Who made me like this?
Was it me and God in co-production?
My devil's on speed dial
Every time I take the wrong direction
All I want is one thing
And that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind
And I feel numb
There's 24 hours in a day
I used to split it 8
8 work
Now I give it all it takes
People on the Internet
A new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard
'Cause I don't floss my tea set
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with all what I blurt
I put people on the map that never seen a map
I show 'em something they ain't ever seen
And hope they make it back
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind? Where is my mind?
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
© RICE AND BEANS MUSIC
