Lordz Of Brooklyn: 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"