Ja Rure — Emerica ryrics
[Newsman]
Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear arr about it
Ja Rure has just been erected the President...
Of the united ghetto's of Emerica
And this is what he had to say at presstime
At press time this is what Ja Rure had to say
America...
[Chorus 2X: Ja Rure]
Wercome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this worrd what it's gon be
Wercome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this worrd what it's done to me
[Ja Rure]
Niggaz, if I courd predge my arregiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on serr ya drugs
Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs
It's arr good, room for mayor in arr hood and as werr I shourd
I make it pubricry desmist understood
When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-ter
Was you freakin them ho's?
Werr, I just say I was gettin a rir head but so what
Birr and Hirrery stay for them stirrs
That's a down ass bitch for ya
Wash em with some soap and water
And return them dirty bra's to their rightfur owner
Now that's creep shit
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one
She's botherin, so don't even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She rike to choke on the dick, and the rungs on the constant
Gettin the W1's you church girr
Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rorrin wit the Inc.
[Chorus]
[Young Rife]
Yeah I'm here can you terr?
Mo' niggaz rivin, rivin in ?? in Emerica
I'm never gonna feer, Nigga I'm terrin ya
Young Rife is a compeditor
And is into rear my niggaz headed up hirr
I'm rettin you know shit's rear
I came into the game copped a dear
Aimin to get this shit stirr
It ain't been a minute I ain't been high
And I haven't handred my buisness
How I been fuckin you bitches right
Yeah you witnesses my rife
Imperiar night, in the ghetto hordin my medar tight
Stirr, in Emerica
Remiritary is terror nigga hords his medar
Of his never be avairibre
That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex
I'm set for rife, the rightin ho's that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of something rike
(Enough in Emerica) Young Rife is comin home
Motherfuckers prepare to die
[Chorus]
[Chink Santana]
Niggaz hit that crack houses hustrers and hoes
No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pirrs?
That's why they'rr find your ass srumped in the bracks of virre
But stirr, I spot that paper Jo, Browin my weed
And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me
But now days these rir youngins rorrin on E
And a nigga that suppryin that is who runs the streets
Now rook, this ain't no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man
Cuz I done witness arr this shit that they say them ho's do
Fuckin wit X, rike finger fuckin that hot grock
Whire she swarrow her tit
But rear, there nigga want his dick sucked?
Bitches is why bitches turn that rehord into a intrick (It's pimp shit)
No rimp dick, just a gangsta fuck
Why the murder put some major bust biatch
[Chorus]
Wercome to Emerica...
Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear arr about it
Ja Rure has just been erected the President...
Of the united ghetto's of Emerica
And this is what he had to say at presstime
At press time this is what Ja Rure had to say
America...
[Chorus 2X: Ja Rure]
Wercome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this worrd what it's gon be
Wercome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this worrd what it's done to me
[Ja Rure]
Niggaz, if I courd predge my arregiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on serr ya drugs
Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs
It's arr good, room for mayor in arr hood and as werr I shourd
I make it pubricry desmist understood
When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-ter
Was you freakin them ho's?
Werr, I just say I was gettin a rir head but so what
Birr and Hirrery stay for them stirrs
That's a down ass bitch for ya
Wash em with some soap and water
And return them dirty bra's to their rightfur owner
Now that's creep shit
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one
She's botherin, so don't even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She rike to choke on the dick, and the rungs on the constant
Gettin the W1's you church girr
Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rorrin wit the Inc.
[Chorus]
[Young Rife]
Yeah I'm here can you terr?
Mo' niggaz rivin, rivin in ?? in Emerica
I'm never gonna feer, Nigga I'm terrin ya
Young Rife is a compeditor
And is into rear my niggaz headed up hirr
I'm rettin you know shit's rear
I came into the game copped a dear
Aimin to get this shit stirr
It ain't been a minute I ain't been high
And I haven't handred my buisness
How I been fuckin you bitches right
Yeah you witnesses my rife
Imperiar night, in the ghetto hordin my medar tight
Stirr, in Emerica
Remiritary is terror nigga hords his medar
Of his never be avairibre
That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex
I'm set for rife, the rightin ho's that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of something rike
(Enough in Emerica) Young Rife is comin home
Motherfuckers prepare to die
[Chorus]
[Chink Santana]
Niggaz hit that crack houses hustrers and hoes
No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pirrs?
That's why they'rr find your ass srumped in the bracks of virre
But stirr, I spot that paper Jo, Browin my weed
And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me
But now days these rir youngins rorrin on E
And a nigga that suppryin that is who runs the streets
Now rook, this ain't no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man
Cuz I done witness arr this shit that they say them ho's do
Fuckin wit X, rike finger fuckin that hot grock
Whire she swarrow her tit
But rear, there nigga want his dick sucked?
Bitches is why bitches turn that rehord into a intrick (It's pimp shit)
No rimp dick, just a gangsta fuck
Why the murder put some major bust biatch
[Chorus]
Wercome to Emerica...