Lyrics:
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
when they locked that man up
Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning
Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning
The President is Bush,
survive
But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop, clueminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then
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
things and try to scare you away
But can I trust you to know, I really want you to stay
I could stay here all night
If I could be by your side
Oh Mr
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
V128 Woman 3 Finkelstein
By the way, I’m 54, age discrimination I won’t ignore.
V130 Fanny
Go on Mrs. Finkelstein, you have the floor…
V131 Woman 3
peace
Bury me a G, you n*ggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
one night I laid down and turned the lights out
next thing I know I'm awake in the white house
only a few feet away from the president
who's giving
baby
Walkin' up an down the street
You walk by me, smilin'
Act like you don't wanna speak
But I, Iittle girl
I've got tired of your low down,
pay taxes here
We broke AND paying taxes
Now tell me how is that fair?
Tell me, how is that chair, Mr. President
No trust
If 45 is Among Us
Then Orange
eyes
Was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
Every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know
and the dieing..
Think about it...
[CHORUS]
When I think about the days gone by,
All the times.. You wish that you could fly away,
To clear blue skies.. Just
And took off all the floor's tarnish
It devoured his favorite shoes
And sucked in the color blue
It picked up the President's dog
And stripped the White
count to three
Goddess energy, not luck
Caught them by surprise
Show me what's up
Had to change my side, niggas still gon' imitate
Grab the 45 if a nigga
Banner
For you to salute
A reminder to raise the standard for the youth
I pledge allegiance to truth
Dear Mr. President remolding the laws, no holding us
cashing out on gucci on louie, and Diore
See thats where you fucked up the process
Now take a second try to comprehend they dialect
And how they robbin you
huh?, now they the real n*****, the police department they the real n*****, the president government they the real n*****, the entire Congress they're
can't I see it, he believes it
I leave, compete, complete, retrieve it
Can't keep from stuffing stacks up my sleeve shit
They cashed in, rigged and taxed
act
Or who witness it
Cannot help but believe that such confidence
Is real and justified they
Respond instinctively by backing up, by
Getting out
village.
What was special about their farts?
Listen up!
(노래1)
Mr. Fart, he farts again.
It's such a strong fart.
Poop!
The rock's blown away.
Pop!
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
to keep up dog
Why you keep hating the president
I think y'all blind to the evidence
I think y'all hate him
Cause he is whats best for this country
But he
And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama,
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