Текст песни: P. Diddy and David Bowie f Black Rob, Lo - Training Day Soundtrack

[P. Diddy]
This is not America
Bad Boy baby, David Bowie, let`s go

[Chorus: David Bowie]
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America

[P. Diddy]
Land where my father died, land where my children cried
Come on, America, ain`t no barriers
Free the strings, let`s see how freedom rings
One nation all gettin` down for the dollars
And the heat is gettin` hotter
But a lot don`t understand
Just the way some plan to break you
I done seen the whole thing go straight through
Hungry for it, I`ma make you
Pay back what`s due to me
Everybody gonna see, look what they put upon me
Made me a monster, two steps beyond ya
More streets to wonder
For which it stands for cause let`s get it
Cause I`ma get mine for damn sure, come on

[Loon]
Screens, greens car candy painted
Chicks in cream is the American dream, ain`t it?
I pledge allegiance to Beamers, dark skies
Sleepless nights on the block, two for fives
Deep in the struggles but need the hustle
Weed and blow shit I make the block bubble
I`m to the point where I`m playa hatin`
Fool in the stash and I`m losin` my patience
Medieval times in the chest of the beast
Come around sniffin` I`ma mess up ya fleece
Job lookin` I`d rather be pot cookin`
It`s not America, son this is Brooklyn
Home of the shiesty, home of the crook
We signed joints, ain`t scared to do a took
My country tis of thee, where there`s no liberty
Just misery, ya heard me

[Chorus]

[Kain]
Now why can`t I breathe with a gun and come free
If six dead people run this country
Now they come cause my crew`s too large
Who the fuck put chu` in charge
Runnin` around here like you is God
Then they wonder why the shootin` starts
Gettin` checks with half my stacks
I forgot George Bush wrote half my raps
Murderin` people for blastin` facts
Then blamin` other cats for their tragic acts
I`m tryin` to get paid till my eyes is closin`
Cops is like freeze and I`m already frozen
So they clap and they brawl in hysteria
Tappin` Jackson callin` this area
Green gots cats crawlin` to bury ya
Don`t blame Kain for the fall of America

[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Uh, yo what about these streets here
Before y`all creep here
Look around we there
365 days a year
Lines to cross no fear
And what appears to be roses
See I`m knowin` this
When I chose this
What`s right
In broad day or night
More dope deals
I`m tryin` to stay on my heels
Every day`s training day
Some things not in explainin` ways
Who said crimes don`t pay
Choices to make
Ain`t too many chances left to take
Things look so green
The sign of the times corruption politics, youg ones dyin`
What you made of
Either hate or love
Pressure on the nine when push come to shove

[Chorus]

[David Bowie]
A little piece of you (I`m ya worst nightmare)
A little peace in me

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[P. Diddy]
This is not America
Bad Boy baby, David Bowie, let`s go

[Chorus: David Bowie]
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America

[P. Diddy]
Land where my father died, land where my children cried
Come on, America, ain`t no barriers
Free the strings, let`s see how freedom rings
One nation all gettin` down for the dollars
And the heat is gettin` hotter
But a lot don`t understand
Just the way some plan to break you
I done seen the whole thing go straight through
Hungry for it, I`ma make you
Pay back what`s due to me
Everybody gonna see, look what they put upon me
Made me a monster, two steps beyond ya
More streets to wonder
For which it stands for cause let`s get it
Cause I`ma get mine for damn sure, come on

[Loon]
Screens, greens car candy painted
Chicks in cream is the American dream, ain`t it?
I pledge allegiance to Beamers, dark skies
Sleepless nights on the block, two for fives
Deep in the struggles but need the hustle
Weed and blow shit I make the block bubble
I`m to the point where I`m playa hatin`
Fool in the stash and I`m losin` my patience
Medieval times in the chest of the beast
Come around sniffin` I`ma mess up ya fleece
Job lookin` I`d rather be pot cookin`
It`s not America, son this is Brooklyn
Home of the shiesty, home of the crook
We signed joints, ain`t scared to do a took
My country tis of thee, where there`s no liberty
Just misery, ya heard me

[Chorus]

[Kain]
Now why can`t I breathe with a gun and come free
If six dead people run this country
Now they come cause my crew`s too large
Who the fuck put chu` in charge
Runnin` around here like you is God
Then they wonder why the shootin` starts
Gettin` checks with half my stacks
I forgot George Bush wrote half my raps
Murderin` people for blastin` facts
Then blamin` other cats for their tragic acts
I`m tryin` to get paid till my eyes is closin`
Cops is like freeze and I`m already frozen
So they clap and they brawl in hysteria
Tappin` Jackson callin` this area
Green gots cats crawlin` to bury ya
Don`t blame Kain for the fall of America

[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Uh, yo what about these streets here
Before y`all creep here
Look around we there
365 days a year
Lines to cross no fear
And what appears to be roses
See I`m knowin` this
When I chose this
What`s right
In broad day or night
More dope deals
I`m tryin` to stay on my heels
Every day`s training day
Some things not in explainin` ways
Who said crimes don`t pay
Choices to make
Ain`t too many chances left to take
Things look so green
The sign of the times corruption politics, youg ones dyin`
What you made of
Either hate or love
Pressure on the nine when push come to shove

[Chorus]

[David Bowie]
A little piece of you (I`m ya worst nightmare)
A little peace in me

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