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AI know where I come Dfrom, how bout Ayou D I don't Aneed baggy clothes or Drings in my nose to be Acool D The Ascars on my knuckles match the Dscuffs on these cowboy Aboots D And Athere's a whole lot more like Dme, how bout Ayou
I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top...How bout you' I ain't got no blue blood trust fund I can dip into. Yeah I wish uncle Sam would dive a damn about the man whose collar is blue. But if he don't hell i'll make it on my own...How bout you' Chorus:
How bout Gyou DDo you feel the way I Ado To tell the Gtruth DI think we're the chosen Afew But that's just Gme.D..How bout Ayou