America Loves Gangsters (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] These days they want to be criminals more than they want to commit crime That's- that's not just crime, that's the way of the world [Chorus: Deacon & Natti] There's something about a vandal's lust The lifestyles of the scandalous Ain't nothing like it America loves gangsters (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis Ain't nothing like it America loves gangsters (He, he, he, he) Hate stones, but the man you trust 'Cause it's fun to watch cannons bust Ain't nothing like it America loves gangsters (We, we, we, we) [Post-Chorus: Natti & Tifstar] Gone off that gangsta, gangsta Gone off that gangsta, gangsta (For so long) Gone off that gangsta, gangsta Gone off that gangsta, gangsta (And so on) [Verse 1: gamemast15r] America loves Pacino, America loves DeNiro America loves the fact that they be counting the zeros America loves 'em so much that they be the actual heroes Just look at John Gotti, then look at yourself in the mirror He is what you wanna be, the status and power But with it comes the paranoia, and friendships turning sour I admire gangsters because they are what I could never be Volatile, respected, yet never living past seventy I admire the wealth they fluctuate with ease I admire the ability to solve problems that they resuscitate with cheese I love the cold manipulation used by Michael Corleone The brutal Tommy Gun killings, a story on it's own The way Hollywood creates it, they make it look easy When almost everyone is either in jail or be deceased Every member always thinks, "When will they be killing me?" America loves being edgy but without accepting responsibility [Chorus: Deacon & Natti] There's something about a vandal's lust The lifestyles of the scandalous Ain't nothing like it America loves gangsters (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis Ain't nothing like it America loves gangsters (He, he, he, he) Hate stones, but the man you trust 'Cause it's fun to watch cannons bust Ain't nothing like it America loves gangsters (We, we, we, we) [Post-Chorus: Natti] Gone off that gangsta, gangsta Gone off that gangsta, gangsta (For so long) Gone off that gangsta, gangsta Gone off that gangsta, gangsta (And so on) [Verse 2: JC Assassin] Listen up, this my acceptation speech Election day and I'm killing it, rest in peace Comeback season and now I'm out being complex A pistol at your optics, lose your prospects Maneuver, nothing you can see on your computers Shooters, aiming the pistol, yeah, that's my Ruger Two piece, packed combo in Toronto No pipe, so we gotta bowl like the Broncos Canadian nigga, never looked at comparisons But if somebody loves my gangbang, it's Americans That Worldstar shit, spit hot bars shit Your crew still garbage, I creep up on a carcass I used to sell so much rock, I turned to a monument Fuck an anthropologist Lee Harvey Oswald in the making, no translations America likes gangsters but loves assassinations