The Atlanta To New Yor City To Los Angeles – Akon

Letra Akon – The Atlanta To New Yor City To Los Angeles

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Case you aint know, i go by the name of
Akon, and im From
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Home Of the Gordo Island Im From Senegal Westside
*Africa Africa*
So Imma Share with you on where im from And how i was commin up
*Africa Africa*

(Akon)
So what you know about
The struggles that my people went through
So you could live the way you live now
So what you know about
Seein that brand new mother givin away her new born child
So what you know about
Mr. amadu ndiaij that the senegalis cops
shot down
So what you know about
about how people love to presive us when we are comin to a brand new town
Now what you know about
Goder Island where all the slaves where shipped from
What you know about
Bein born in America to avoid immigrations

Still from the ghettos of Senegal
Africa Africa
Comin from the ghettos of Senegal
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Comin from the ghettos of Senegal
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Said comin from the ghettos of Senegal
Africa Africa
Said what you know about

(Lloyd Banks)
I’m from New York City
Eyes on the prize
Dodging the worm
I’ll fry your head like a project perm
Bullets burn
My right hands in the urn
How the hell did I deserve to be placed in a situation with nobodys concern
Cursed the coward thats bragin and didn’t clap they mark
He deserve a beating faster than a fat mans heart
I play my part well respected
Every minute every second
You’ll put a dent in your budget bookin me for a record

(50 Cent)
In my hood when you young
You taught to handle your biz ni***
Coming from where I’m from where I’m from
Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib ni***
Comin from where I’m from where I’m from
Oh this is some lil shit niggas ‘ll split ya fuc*** weave ni***
Comin from where I’m from where I’m from
Expect the convesary when your ass doin your bid ni***
Comin where I’m from where I’m from

(Young Buck)
Cashville is what I call home
Just know when to call on
It’s every man for himself
I come from the bottom
I bend a niggas behind the trigga and bend in front of the bullet
But where I’m from we dont think about it we pull it
Crips and bloods in Cali got these country niggas bangin
Ain’t no more hangin
Nigga what shit is u claimin
Round here money aint comin like it used to be
Cuz these teens in killin fiends over half a g

(The Game)
West side Compton motherfuc***
This three wheelin ass scrapin
100 spoke gold daytons
Home of the Lakers
We ridin dubs like Payton
Bandana 45 cock it back hollowtips gon fly
You bitch niggas go run and hide
It’s NWA till the day I die
Purple haze I get high
Weather I be fat im ready to ride
allstar game no come outside