American Star

Wooo!

Music up please

(1, 2, 3)

Born and raised in the USA

By the way of New Orleans were the killers stay

Okay...

Uh, uh, alright... yeah

Born and raised in the USA

Where the Government's watching what you do and say

Ayy aha, well alright... yeah

Well I'mma tell you this story 'bout a nigga with glory

Yeah I come from piss poor and now I live in six stories houses

Now hows this

Listening to my own voice in my black Rolls Royce

Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses

I take off my trousers

Yeah, you don't know nothing 'bout this

Ayyyy, I'm a dope boy with a guitar

Hey Daddy can ya let me

Ride with the band in the back seat

Riding with the dope boy (I'm a dope boy with a guitar)

Tell 'em if they looking for me

I'm on the road to the next city

Riding with the dope boy

Dope boy with a guitar

Born and raised in the USA

By the way of New Orleans were the killers stay

But that's okay... yeah... that's alright, yeahh

I'm loved and praised in the USA

My ancestors were slaves in the USA

But not todayyy... it's alright

Yeah, come on!

Oooooo

Dope boy with a guitar

Hey Daddy can ya let me (yeaahh)

Ride with the band in the back seat

Riding with the dope boy (I'm a dope boy with a guitar)

Tell 'em if they looking for me (daammnn)

I'm on the road to the next city (woo)

Riding with the dope boy

Bridge!

Born and raised in the USA

Where my president is B-L-A-C-K

Where my president is B-L-A-C-K

Where my president is B-L-A-C-K

I was born and raised in the USA

And all I wanna do is play

So turn me up

Turn me up

So turn me up

Turn me uuuppp!!!