American Me

Oh Mano, Mano, rocket fuel in my veins

That ramble, ramble, all stuck in their brains

The only whips I get is American made

Too big body for these little foreign thangs

Live for the bang, grill cover up my fangs

Big Jesus sits flossy on my chain

I'm a product of the big screen

Show business is my thing

Blockbusters and Westerns

All in me, I'm invested

They say I make them blush

But to me, it don't mean much

I'm more concerned with my chips

Stacking 'til I'm stinky rich

Okay, okay, okay, Mama, let's throw down tonight

Sitting on the hood of my car

Looking up, trying to count all the stars

I want it all, I want it all, that's American me

Ain't nothing been the same since we stepped on the scene

From cow town to Nashville

Dallas out to gas town

For y'all, I make these anthems

Hold the industry for ransom

I can't rap as dope as Aubrey

Or sing as fly as Abel

But this thing inside of me

Put me on the map, I mean, for real

I'm Wes Studi on Dances with Wolves

Raise up my juice and toast

Ask 'em from coast to coast

You want no smoke with me and my woes

Better sleep on your toes

When you come sideways with the bros

I be out there ripping these shows

This is the real thing, y'all, riding with the pros

Okay, okay, okay, Mama, let's throw down tonight

Sitting on the hood of my car

Looking up, trying to count all the stars

I want it all, I want it all, that's American me

Ain't nothing been the same since we stepped on the scene

We on, we on

In the land of movies and radio stars

With my Canadian queen

A perfect day for a dream

My tongue get dirty

But my fit stay clean

I'm a creature of habit

Money-making machine

Okay, okay, okay, Mama, let's throw down tonight

Sitting on the hood of my car

Looking up, trying to count all the stars

I want it all, I want it all, that's American, me

Ain't nothing been the same since we stepped on the scene