Lyrics:
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
Sendin' a nigga to the desert to get killed
'Cause two suckas can't agree on something
A thousand motherfuckers dying for nothing
You can't pay me
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
her picture on his wall,
Went half-crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all,
Hoping she'd come back again
Kept some letters by his bed
This is the story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as were any two
And yet Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang
of sobriety"
Billy then wrote a letter saying
"Mama get me out of here!
Time rolls by so slow
Each day seems like a year"
But his mama never got the letter
of knowing where
You might have been, time goes by.
All on my own I imagine you
A life in between, all own my own.
Wrote a long letter but it never made
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
in all its forms
This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin
It cannot go ignored.
If this comes to a vote in Congress
What is
I was told by a good friend
You were untouchable, out of my reach.
But the first time ever I saw you,
I spilled my cherry lime over your dress.
over the drugstore
We watched the neon lights go out over town
And some nights we'd go out dancin'
Come home singin' by the Erie Canal
Two hearts
I got to go back and be messy
(President) , President, ooh, ooh
(Luca Brasi) , Luca Brasi
50 bricks of sniff ain't broke my
Wrist I sprung my shit
down, had a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel, like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Roll
be in a Columbian necktie
We don't respects by
Half-ass niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who won't blast
The sect die
All: 2
to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I'm real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
The star is in Norman's office. his day
Of sweat and toil has begun.
Nine to five
Answering phones and dictating letters
Making decisions that
(Aristocrats:)
Thus all fairy stories end
Only an actress would pretend
Affairs of state are her latest play
Eight shows a week, two matinees
My
as good?
Where I'd really like to go
In a year or so?
Don't you want to know?
Of course!
Do you really want to know?
Yes, yes, I do, I do
By
Mister President
written and composed by Carlton Rara
Verse 1
Hey mister President
We don't need you
Cause we can be happy
Without you
Mister
This is a story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as any other two
But Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang your
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
arthritis
Sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel
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