American Made

(ADmoney)

I know you all just wanna hear some, mellow laid back something for the

heart

You know what I'm saying

That good old American pride

[Scotty Edge]

Well I'm American this I'm American that

From the cold water flat and my emigrant cap

Never turn your back cause these colours don't run

When it's time to go to war you better man them guns

Cause the older the fiddle the sweeter the tune

I ain't no senators son born with no silver spoon

It's the first man on the moon

Don't like it don't stay

It's the good ol' Lordz of Brookln from the U-S of A

[Chorus]

I'm a Lord, Lord to the day that I die

A real man drives a Chevy, drinks a Bud when he's dry

Taste the whole apple pie, cause the limits the sky

I'm a Lord to the day that I die

Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die

I'm a Lord to the day that I die

Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die

[ADmoney]

Well I'm American and yo I'll die for the pride

It's the star spangled ban-ner right in your eye

Here to serve your ass with some straight up grass

Right out the still hit you hard real fast

Put down my cloddy let's get it on

Put up your dukes I'm gonna drop that bomb

I'm not here to speak but to speak upon a lesson

Raise my flag high put my hand on my chest

and the gun on my back and I'm off to the war

To settle the score

Right or wrong

Here's to the men lost in Vietnam

This one goes out to my Sis and my Mom

[Chorus]

[Kaves]

Once upon a time in America

Real men drove a Chevy not an Acura

Do you think you're tough I might laugh at ya

Cause my aim is quite spectacular

[Scotty Edge]

Well it's the blue collar, barber shop pallor

I trust in God like the almighty dollar

We be taking a stand like the quiet man

An American band we're coming to your land

With some proud about our past shit

Some hard working class shit

On Sunday go to mass and on Monday kick your ass shit

From sea to frigging sea we're being all we can be

I said A Tree Grows In Brooklyn it's about a family

My mother out the window hanging clothes on the line

My father on the job who never crossed the picket line

My crew in the joint who gotta fight to do their time

If you listen to the words then you'll understand the rhyme

[Chorus]

(Kid talking till fadeout)

"I'm a Lord to the day that I die

Lordz of Brooklyn to the day that I die"