歌手:Ice Cube
专辑:《I Am the West》

作词 : Jackson Jones
作曲 : Jackson Jones
If I can sell you the American Dream

I can sell you anything

I got to get out
I'm gettin put out of my house
I got to pack up
My refrigerator and couch
It's a set up
But the bank wants me out
Or the L A P D
Will smoke me out
This adjustable rate
It choked me out
They gave me a loan
And I had no clout
They gave me a house
For me and my spouse
Called my mama and my aunt
Y'all should re-finance
I let 'em dance wit' the devil
Dig they own grave
And I gave them the shovel
**** my daddy built that house
And when he got drunk
He almost killed that house
Is this American dream
Or the American scheme
That got me walkin
These American streets
It's kinda sad when
You have to get a hernia
Because ya helped ya
Grandmama move furniture

If I can sell you the American Dream

I can sell you anything

Look at this maggot
With his stimulus package
I can give a **** about a
Dow Jones average
What the **** you do
When your pay check is average
Law abiding citizen
Turned into a savage
Got to feed the childr
En got to feed the habit
Fell into a rabbit hole
Chasin that rabbit
Now I'm in Wonderland
Feelin like the Son of Sam
I'm at'cho West coast branch
GUN IN HAND
I'ma feel like Superman
Walk by the teller
Better call a trooper ma'am Wahh
It's the revenge of the lambs
Big bad wolf we sick of these scams
Sick of these plans sick of this dance
Walked into his office
Took the nine out my pants Wahh
You not a man
You a serpent
Then I prayed to God
Let the nine get to workin
I better get to workin
You know
I heard they hood robbin
Your money or your life
And it ain't no stoppin 'em
I better get to workin
You know I heard they hood robbin
Your money or your life
And it ain't no stoppin 'em
Ain't that a *****

When you got to steal from the poor
And give to the rich
Ain't that a *****
When you got to steal from the poor
And give to the rich

Drug dealer M D
Doctor Feel Good
Give you what'chu need
In California
Prescribe that ****

Oxy Contin and Codeine
Turn ya grandmama into a fiend

And see this Cyanide
The first hit ain't free
I know you're bout to die
But let me see your ID
I know you're bout to lie
But can ya pay this fee
If you can't pay
Then please have a seat
You can't see a doctor
But you can see a priest
We can't save ya life 'til
We got some insurance
Your premium is paid
At that assurance

I hope ya got endurance
They got me on hold
And I'm under the influence
Nurse high as a kite
In charge with my life
And everything is lost
Without Blue-Cross

You know
I heard they hood robbin
Your money or your life
And it ain't no stoppin 'em
You know
I heard they hood robbin
Your money or your life
And it ain't no stoppin 'em
Ain't that a *****
When you got to steal from the poor
And give to the rich
Ain't that a *****
When you got to steal from the poor
And give to the rich

Whatever you need
We got it for cheap right here baby
This America
It ain't gon' cost ya nothin
But a arm and a leg

Maybe one of them
************ ears haha

Don't trip
Just put in on ya credit card
Put it in ya baby' name haha