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
gotta do it for the hood, do it, do it for the street, uh
Dope in the trunk
Creepin out the cut
9 by the gut
Never get enough
I don't give a fuck
be your son
Your daughter, your mama your father
Shot down in the street by a racist cop
But the cop is a black man try to use my
Rights but still I'm
Scott
You can be the boss if you down to work and nobody hiring you
Coz I could be surrounded by fine art and still be admiring you
Just come and march
the government, with clubs, and strugglin'
Come from street corners, where all day cracks be hustlin'
You can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib
I pay
praise Jesus!
Don't even represent us, like we ain't said nothin'!
Present the flow then grown know where we come from.
Sun come shine in, Equinox
careful when patrolling the town
As the carnivorous cow's lurking around
In league with the Bacon Street Boys
She feeds cattle with meat and steroids
deserts in my city
They say a change gon' come
But only by committee
The witty unpredictable, every time this play
Give Rae his residuals, nine individuals
the door so why won't you come,
Why won't you come ?
Blind things should come to an end
I look so ugly in the photographs and
I don't know what time is it
game
Niggas is mad lane, how come? They act tame
You can tell from my scars life is hard
Shot down in broad day life in front of my Mom's
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them things with
a acting tough on the internet
Last time I checked I was still correct
And I finessed the feds hope you didn't forget
Hold your plug by the neck
Put him in
and crawling without a map all in a daze back in the day
Through twisting cracks and red bricks in back alleys
In the shadow of the valley in the shape
have paper if you tryna come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap
See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies,
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
money huh
Fuck a bitch, I'd rather see this money come
You can't see me no more
I'm out in the country chump
With a girl from Capetown and
I got her from
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
from my jip in the flatty
Everthing cherry cause george just stole a caddy
Who bust dex was the question next
Dre said
Northbound
Then he sipped his
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And the fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now
( *phone rings* )
(Yo Moe, what's up?
Where you been, man?
What's up with the new sound?
I ain't heard from you in a while, man
What you been doin,
drop
I be at the stud' in the cool, with the draw walking in the nude
Telling her that I can come through, and I can get her into a interlude
extraordinary
Is going to happen at the Long Street Carnival
(Hey I mean I totally got no time come on men I have consideration)
(Meanwhile in the woods)
Now
meanings
Freak when I see things, like this chick in a g-string
Can I touch you friend?
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect,
represent
And yeah I said that I'ma be a smart kid
I come from the city where the people don't play
See us coming down the street?
Man, find another way
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