So I heard that Arabia was miles and miles away
In da land o' da sand west o' Californ-i-a
Where its night over there while over here its day
And terrorist bombs might ruin yo' stay
Arabi-aaaa (hit a low note here)
So I heard that Sadam called George W cryin
Cause George said there was weapons, but we found out he was lyin
And why in the desert are American flags flyin?
George says, we'll make them free or we'll die tryin
Arabi-aaaa (hit low note and hold)
(sound of a record being spun)
er-er-er -er -er -er
Well its not about oli and "I am not a crook"
But everything I do I hope ya'll just overlook
Cause I'm a good ole boy from the Texas state
So let good times roll and let the haters hate
Arabi-aaaa (low note, hold)
Rappers of Arabia, on camels they roll
Pimped out llamas across the sand they stroll
Turbans of silk they call bling bling
Cause rappers o' da sand make they lyrics sting
Arabi-aaaa (hold)
In the palace o' Sadam there was toilets of gold
While the people in the streets sleepin out in the cold
In Afghanistan
My boy Fran
Sole a flan
And ran, ("foreva eva? foreva eva? foreva eva?")
So now my raps a wrap and the semester's ova
Rhetoric's been great like chocolate Russel Stovas
So if you hangin' for the summa, come downtown, I call ya
Buy you a drink or 24 cause you know I'm a bawla.
SCENE
*Ya'll was da first to hear my flow, so keep it real bo, support me with dough, and I'll holla back, yo!
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