Little country, little hood
But it's still all good
Little rock, lotta road
White boy got a lotta soul
Ice Cube with a little Hank
Sound like money in the bank
Big dog, Labrador
Hood billy acting up
Them sticks, them stones
They'll break my bones
I was born to die alone
I'm a bad ass American
You can say I'm wrong
Do what I want
I was born to die alone
I'm a bad ass American
No shoes, no sir
Guess I don't get no service
Spit to warm dirt, yeah
I make the whole hood nervous
Big boots and they hurt, yeah
Don't let 'em hit you where the law splits
Big dog, big purr, yeah
You make the rockets and I'm coming with you
Them sticks, them stones
They'll break my bones
I was born to die alone
I'm a bad ass American
You can say I'm wrong
Do what I want
I was born to die alone
I'm a bad ass American
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