Kembe X - Welcome to America lyrics
[Kembe X - Welcome to America lyrics]
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
Regardless gon' get it
Regardless it's already mine
I can't vibe with none of your nonsense
It's stay out my noggin
Since Nick's at Nite in like 09
Motherfuckers programmed and channeled
But I'm no complainin', I'm on that
I'm gon' set examples, bitch
I feel like Hypnotize Minds
Mixed with like Nas
Waging war ain't wore no camo
Started from SoHo to Carson
And landed on Landale
I feel like a Lambo, thoughts on fast foward
I twist up a Backwood, I bend over backwards
I'm always in limbo, my name Dikembe
I wag my finger at fuck niggas
All my shit sealed like a window
Oh okay, think I won't? Watch me then
Prove that a posse ain't shit to Apaches
Bitch, who gon' stop me then?
It's a police state, rap like the army
Most these new niggas steal styles
And just "copy" them
I do it better, my shit more obvious
Honestly, trying' to tell you
Something you gotta hear
I'm not a product, not merchandise
You can not buy me but I got OH YA for sale
First pictured Harleys
Then orange and black bikes
The first time I heard it was a chopper sale
I'm taxin'
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
Regardless gon' get it
Regardless it's already mine
I can't vibe with none of your nonsense
It's stay out my noggin
Since Nick's at Nite in like 09
Motherfuckers programmed and channeled
But I'm no complainin', I'm on that
I'm gon' set examples, bitch
I feel like Hypnotize Minds
Mixed with like Nas
Waging war ain't wore no camo
Started from SoHo to Carson
And landed on Landale
I feel like a Lambo, thoughts on fast foward
I twist up a Backwood, I bend over backwards
I'm always in limbo, my name Dikembe
I wag my finger at fuck niggas
All my shit sealed like a window
Oh okay, think I won't? Watch me then
Prove that a posse ain't shit to Apaches
Bitch, who gon' stop me then?
It's a police state, rap like the army
Most these new niggas steal styles
And just "copy" them
I do it better, my shit more obvious
Honestly, trying' to tell you
Something you gotta hear
I'm not a product, not merchandise
You can not buy me but I got OH YA for sale
First pictured Harleys
Then orange and black bikes
The first time I heard it was a chopper sale
I'm taxin'
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it
I want it, I want it, I want it
I already got it