Lyrics:
Forever rocking by myself I just gotta get it
I'm just chasing Mr. banker man run me up them digits
All my friends are dead presidents yeah, yeah
mr. child owners honored to have a rappers smile
Yiffey yup know a bitch that'll stick a nigga up
I don't fuck with her seen ya'll in the club huggin
4 dey replay
U 4 drop am now moro n every day
So say da girlies go com da place wer we dey
Big up yorself president resident deejay
Mr Deejay
place, we can do it
Oh, Johnny, no
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we just go through it
nothing really howdya like my tortured artist bit?
you're making a huge mistake mr. president
You're making a huge mistake mr. policeman
You're making
Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki
Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play problem
While problem tongue play with
Sean Taylor- Den Nuh Ready (Kahpun diss)
Burn him up like Diamond Rolling Paper
Heeyey prayer prayer pray
From you diss the president you give your
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
Presidents to
Presidents to
Presidents to
Presidents to
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead, old
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
I got ouens who will shoot
Sonder guns innie boot
Eks Altyd op n one up (click)
Vokol safety
The real Mr. H, (HOYAA)
vra vir 8tjie
Die lyne gat oor
Washington's the President
Every American experiment sets a precedent
Not so fast, someone came along to resist him
Pissed him off until we had a two-party
away our freedom
But you won’t keep us silent
We will keep on protestin’
And fight for our rights
Dear Mr. President
I need to ask some questions
How are
of the Radio Times
The Bible and those with false teeth
c sick society dropping national health
Stirred up by gay boys protected by their wealth
Now
how mr. Nally and give up the towel mr. Nally and run.
I dreamed I went to Singapore got bored and robbed a liquor store
What for? Nobody knows I
stand on
Get up n get out here we go
She hold me down. Almost floated away
Tryna think of the words. But I don't know what to say
Gotta make our dreams
of your life is goin' up, it ain't inflation
Incrimination, they got my picture at the station
Elimination, state to state we eatin' by this nation
Them
we can do it!
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...
[interlude]
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we
Mr "Perfect face" mr "Here to stay"
Mr "Looked me in the eye and told
Me you would never go away"
Everything was right
Mr "I've been waitin' for you
"Mr. Ceo"
(Feat. Musaliny-N-Maze, Gold & Troy Outlaw)
[Intro]
Aww, yes how you do today
My name is N.O.R.E, that's pronounced Nore
Here on behalf
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
enough to give this life away
'Cause you've been changed
The generous Mr. Lovewell loves today
It may be a simple, "How do you do?"
The king of thing
The year 1963
The people's president
Was taken away by security men
All dressed in a uniform
The brutality, brutality
Oh no, my, my black
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