Lyrics:
James Torrence
Believed to be the lover of Mrs. Williams
And her partner in the horrible murder
Of Walter Williams
I kill a president
And one second after
to that zone
You want to do the quicky by the road?
[Bend down low make I see road]
She wants that love by the road
She tell me say "turnah" and I want it
from your kids
Lack of father figure
O Mr president l just figured
How about we start by confiscating all the firearms
Add more repercussion to our
dying industry
Like a coal miner
Mr president to simplify, that's an innuendo
By Putin, you’re being played
Like a goddamn Nintendo
Rapping here yeah you
and yawn
Its a love-hate thing, but my heart is torn,
man, let me just speak about whats going on
Hey, Dear Mr. President, why you got our troops in
the war
fix cus the time fly by
Come an now get it I'm gone
Worry bout wrong situations I'm wrong
I pour a drank and I get in my zone
Don't Worry bout fakes
We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why
We don die we multiply
Never
they're like part security and part put down. I'm there looking at my passport. The guy sees like, Oh welcome Mr. Cohen. Okay, are you flying alone? And I
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
we're the bomb
My bitches love me, I'm stacking guap
They'll pop that
We been riding dirty nobody would notice
Keep that Nina by my side, I won't show it
DJ Noodles! Mr 305 checking in!
Doing what I do best (Ha Ha Ha)
You know what that is, right?
Jumping on the track and letting the world
Know what it
Hello to my fans
Mr. President! Mr. President
Is there any news that’s come up
Well uh, let me have a look at my calendar
It’s September 1978
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
Once upon a time in an obscure
Part of the Milky Way Galaxy
There was a spinning ball of water and
Rock ruled by the forces of evil
The Devil
The common census lost their senses
Offended by anything
We gotta break the median at beast mode by any means
We able to hypnotize many beauty queens
Got them
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
a dog
News Man Impression
Mr president, who should we blow up next?
Obama Impression well, I know Prince William
He living like a king he don't do shit
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Freedom of speech
Where is the hope
Where is the love
Where's Mr. President
Stupid as fuck
Where is the giant
Where is the press
Where's Mr. Marley
Marlians
Oh Mr. President
I hope this finds you well
Heard about your tolerance
For the words of the people you own
I don't belong to your nation
But I rule
Just so they can fuck wit us they label this a drug zone
Kick the door wont find a thing cause we don't bring our drugs home
Trap niggas for president
[Hook Part 1 - Mr. GZus]
When you want to get this loot (right now)
When you want a Benz coupe (right now)
When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right
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