Lyrics:
Freedom of speech
Where is the hope
Where is the love
Where's Mr. President
Stupid as fuck
Where is the giant
Where is the press
Where's Mr. Marley
Marlians
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Just so they can fuck wit us they label this a drug zone
Kick the door wont find a thing cause we don't bring our drugs home
Trap niggas for president
[Hook Part 1 - Mr. GZus]
When you want to get this loot (right now)
When you want a Benz coupe (right now)
When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right
Zdrasti Mr. President
How you been, how’s the wife
It’s been a minute since we talked
And I got some things on my mind
I’m Starting simple
Not too
Emmett Till he was heaven sent
Murdered by those who voted for the current president
They love it when we trap rap or playing some ball
I did it all like
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why
We don die we multiply
Never
president
Just a different hypocrite
Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all runo
The world as they see fit
As they turn the planet into dust
And your
pencils
My Dominican dope dealer just re-upped
Putting in work when nobody see us
Like
Tell me why I got a bunch of bitches
That say they love me
When I get
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
the fan niggas get to dodgin (Dodgin)
I don't like talkin fuck i look like arrrguin (Fuck i look like arguin)
I love to drill, call me Mr. Sergeant (what)
I
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
Yoda, you can tell it By the odor
Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes
She say I'm extra, yeah she know I love
To do the most
She say I'm
Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
Miss guarded heart, Miss Independents
I knew you way before you became Miss Valents
I was Mr. Apprehensive
One
and NAACP and in particular Rev james
Orange, Mrs alice Johnson and Rev love
Who we just lost last year
So I'm duty-bound to be here to simply say
That it is
the process of presidents
I'm a tnt and m-o-be
Mr. f-I-e-n to the d
Be-a double d-s to the t
? ? ? the barrel is chrome
Cause your ass ain't makin it home
We
on tour
Got the love in grade four learned from Mr. Shakur
Didn’t think that I could do it now I’m very for sure, and that’s real
What you know about this
Your Excellentee's, your Mr President
On behalf of Mrs. Kennedy, her children and the parents and sisters of Robert Kennedy, I want
to you
So insistent, it's penetratin' goin' straight on through
No resistin', I get struck by love at the funniest times
It's long distance love waitin'
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
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