Lyrics:
the pages of your comic-books, your super crooks
And show us all the way?
Well, make your will and testament
Won't you join your local government?
We'll
cheddar too
He thinkin' 'bout comin' up on the lick, to get it quick
It involves that local corner store
I overheard him say he knew who works there
Bandito
pull up with the heat oh and I bet I’ll get them out they seat though
Tell em we need more, bottle service by our seats though, my Shawty got
your seat
They said I should've stayed low-key
Running through life with the same old dreams
Better think twice don't play on me
You get one shot don't
of the dead tonight
People are being forced to live like animals
People need to send stuff in here, we are desperate
No one says the federal government is
And we’re rolling
Seat back tunes on whip zoning
Drive thru stop get the cream with the coatin
Pass the aux man I got the bangers loaded
Five
Like a local black-owned grocery store
'Cause in the hood shit ain't passed down through blood
It's a dub on that
We get government aid
Spend it
let's just do it for the hell of it
See how I run the government
Make money irrelevant
I might tell a chick, it's illegal to resell of it
Secret
run the government, make money irrelevant
I might tell a chick, it's illegal to be celibate
Secret Service don't know where the hell I went
Sorry
Ion even trip I just let it B
Like a bird in a cage, set it free
Feeling like a local celebrity
Not there yet but I can feel the energy
Ion even
One two three
You and me
Can you move at my velocity
Don't miss a beat
First class seat upon my fleet
When you hear the beat
When you feel the need
Now I'm a union man
Amazed at what I am
I say what I think, that the company stinks
Yes I'm a union man
When we meet in the local hall
I'll be
Heading to the party
Sitting in the car seat
B.E.P. on radio it makes me feel naughty, nasty
She knows me well
Bit of a catch to have a local girl
Kilode?
Shey the front seat for your car
is just fi d gyal dem?
Kilode?
You be chief bridesmaid for the wedding,
na you come dey dance pass?
Kilode?
For
looking for?
You the question and the answer
We trust no black leaders
Use the stove to heat us
Powder eggs and government cheeses
The calendar was
a government so twisted and bent
Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent
We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution
Tension, aggravation, L. Ron
feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you’re able,
We’ve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It’s the universal
comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for
your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles
from the pages of your comic-books, your super-crooks
And show us all the way?
Well, make your will and testament
Won't you join your local
prostitute me? [Repeat: x2]
Stay under surveillance
Get out the county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone
the trap I had to dig through the rubble
Masterpiece in these modern day virtuoso
2 pipes on the seat I gotta keep that twin turbo
Decreased all the beef
sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from the Vietnamese
Every night the local gentry
Slip out past the sleeping sentry
They go to join
Windows cracked
With the seat laid back
You can say that I'm back
Put us on the map
Lil mamma hand in my lap
What you bout to do with that
Slow it
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