Lyrics:
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
Growin' up was hard had to fight for my rights
Every day before class throw down for a fight
Slept with a night light wasn't very bright
Mama couldn't
scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my
gimme 50, drop n gimme 50
Drop n gimme 50, girl drop n gimme 50
[Mike Jones]
Lil mama right there bad
She dropping 'n shaking fast
Come holla I got
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
to hold it in
Now here we are again
We still the underdogs, against the odds, it's hard to win
They burned us down to ashes in this chapter, by the end
They
Oh, what do ya know? He comes
Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown
Ground you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so
Let's take a trip down
I gotcha
Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetery
Rain, grey skies, seems at the end of every
Young black life is
ni
George Bitch, Obama ou Queen Elizabitch bi
Ils veulent tout replacer dans un nouvel ordre qu'on connaît déjà
On s'en occupe pas continu d'danser
one night in town
And I know that you down to bussdown
Down to bussdown
Yo, I could peep a little mama for a minute
And she thick with it, she need
Uggh
Check check check
Black Drop yeah
Uh huh c'mon c'mon
Yeah Blink this got that bounce baby
I think we'll have a lil fun with this one
You ready
(dude)
Raised bars (uh), same song, we did it (yeah)
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (come
(dude)
Raised bars (uh), same song, we did it (yeah)
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (come
It’s like lyrically Big and Pac
Man if they friendship was cool
Motherfucking jams we making until
The skies turn blue
My view is by Badu sitting
whatchu gone do whatchu gone do
I know I’m that nigga oooo
God know imma sinner ooo
Drop top in a rental
Fuck the cops they gone get ride of u
I know i’m
Mama we gon make it, oh
Hate seeing you this way
I told my pops that we gon make it, yeah
Hate seeing you this way
They just wanna see me out
Don't
Drop down, baby, let your daddy see.
Drop down, mama, just dream of me
Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long
Well, I may look like I'm
indicted even
had to start a riot to be heard I'm excited that's my word
on my mama Lord strike me down if I'm lying I'm
dedicated my soul to stop these
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
But she ain't ever thought of breaking down
Cause what'd they do if mama ain't around?
Living to get by only way to live
It's all she's known and she's
back, get down motherfucker
Clown motherfucker
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Let me try to explain
I shoot his truck up just to drive
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
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