| Woooo!
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| Music up please
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| One, two, three…
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| Born and raised in the USA
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| By way of New Orleans where the killers stay
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| Okay… uh, uh, alright, yeah
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| Born and raised in the USA
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| Where the government’s watching what you do and say
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| Hey, hey, ha ha, alright
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| Well I’mma tell you this story 'bout a nigga with glory
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| Yeah I come from piss poor, and now I live in six story houses
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| Now how’s this? |
| Ha!
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| Listenin to my own voice in my black Rolls Royce
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| Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses
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| I take off my trousers, yeah!
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| And you don’t know nothing about this
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| I’m a dope boy with a guitar
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| Hey daddy can you let me
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| Ride with the band in the back seat
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| Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I’m a dope boy with a guitar)
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| Tell them if they’re lookin for me
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| I’m on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy
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| Dope boy with a guitar…
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| Born and raised in the USA
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| By way of New Orleans where the killers stay
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| But that’s okay, yeah, that’s alright, yes!
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| I’m loved and praised in the USA
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| My ancestors were slaves in the USA
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| But not today, it’s alright
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| Yeah, come on!
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| Oh I’m a dope boy with a guitar
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| Hey daddy can you let me
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| Ride with the band in the back seat
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| Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I’m a dope boy with a guitar)
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| Tell them if they’re lookin for me
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| I’m on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy
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| Bridge! |
| Born and raised in the USA
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| Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
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| Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
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| Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
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| I was born and raised in the USA
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| And all I wanna do is play
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| So turn me up
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| Turn me up
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| So turn me up
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| Turn me up |