Lyrics:
wearing Polo and Lacoste
I got weight houses
You can't come in if you ain't got $1000
You ain't no boss
Play this back Mr. DJ
Might get Clue to do a drop
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
We'll climb down
The president's face
I won't let you fall
I'll never let go of your hand
20th Century, Modern times
North by Northwest
20th Century,
fuck with mickey Ds
I just stepped in watch this I got this
Learned from Mr Kim now my stock picks like rockets
Level up your drip it says dior on my
do
Mr. President how the fuck are you
People are dying but I see that your good
Your possessed by your wealth that we need in the hood
I'm like
chowder!
President’s in Dallas were killed by the howler’s,
As fowl dudes sip a sour chalice of Ellen Rimbauer!
Ya’ll shout ouch burn when I say fuck Matt
Mr. President, after the presentation we just saw about the heat and the humidity. Is it dangerous for you to make people think they would be safe by
the motherfuckin' ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas
Can't you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha?
Fuck you mr. president
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
nowhere to park it
I park it in your premises
Livin a movie, a comic
I'm the Superman of Malawi
Call me Mr. Chris
Even the president know it
I ain't come
off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor)
Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed
alcatraz
And sentenced with a life without rehabilitation
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statement
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you
is posing for a photo op
With the oval office clan
And uncle Sam is rigging cockfights
In the promised land
And that knife you stuck in my back
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
Hey Mr. President
Do you smell the blood
It oozes from the gutters
And turns into a flood
You taste it, you sip it
You drink it like a fish
The lives
And the President of the Senate
Shall refuse to allow the claim
Unless he is satisfied that the matter is
DEFINITE AND URGENT"
"I am in pain, I am in severe pain
I
[Minister Farrakhan]
Mr. Bush, you better check out your OWN part
in the divine drama. You may find YOU the Devil!
[Chubb Rock]
Listen.. cause in
pink
Suit, there's a Secret Service
Man spread eagle over the top of the car. We understand governor and
Mrs. Connolly are in the car,
With
Trinity
Selling from the truck
I'm in the cut like Mr. T
Yes, I solve my problem
Yes, I solve them all today
I look for a cause, you look for a better pay
president Barack Obama, Righ
After you catch Osama, tell Mr waso
Please let oprah know that I won't
Ever stop sayin bitch and hoe
I’m from the westside I
and rhymes
Cold crack ya if the rhyme
That ya crime is mine
You're impressed day by day by
The rhyme I say see I write a rap in April
Then you bite it in May
lil' CJ, one time for lil' Roc
Fifity rounds in that chop', niggas move niggas drops
One time for Juan doe, he did that bid in KY
Play with me it's
til it's gone
ramble all night
I know we be alright
damn slow that time flies
don't let it walk by
Mr. medical headed up to level 2
how
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