Lyrics:
guns, bring more action than roll take
Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far
Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car
I know n
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
lunchbox
Take you to school
Eat you at lunchtime and nickname you food
The system is fucked up, what we gonna do?
I'm going to call on them Dead
Presidents
by Big Pharma
I can come in, write Big Pharma laws
And there's no limits to that whatsoever
That's right
Okay, so. Awesome
Now, Mr. Mehraboni that
Hey, Mr. President, you got da brass ring
So used to getting what you desire
Feelin' high and mighty.. ain't it good to be king?
No way that you
Hey Maple Ridge
I have a question
Are you far enough away from where I failed
Hey Maple Ridge
Here's a suggestion
Let's try to find a ship that
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
And I'm so tired, yeah, all I need is good vibes
Shit ain't right on this side, yeah
All my niggas dying and our president be lying
I got za up
the streets?
Both ass clowns running for president
Are senile sacks o' shit
But I'll prolly end up votin' anyway
Though I'm not proud to admit
We’re hellbent
way constitutionally to do away with it, I would.
Senator Trible: Rather the emotional damage
Chairman: Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. You
Guitar Intro
Mr. President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask
n****s don't know my style
I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'
To Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits
And even though I had habit makin' words
t close up
you probably got sum D's
but my spokes be gold n
you probably got sum dimes bro
but mine be swole up
you probably got sum rhymes
but pimpin
stand by
Hi Mr. President
I was a former resident
A couple years back
When Obama was the president
Couple words stuck
In the back of my throat again
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.
Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh
Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator?
Can you guy's hear us? hear us? (haha)
La mort me guette comme un vieux parasite
Meurtrier comme un putain séisme
La Faucheuse veux m'expulser, foul out dit mr l'arbitre
Coup de bâton je
To keep us at bay
Our cup runneth over
Because we guided by Faith
They gentrifying the hood to take it away
But we stronger together
So we still makin a way
bint had lobbed a scimitar at me they'd
put me away!
ARTHUR: Shut up! Will you shut up!
DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
Take away their leaders and replace them all with clowns
Out in the Rose Garden, time for a speech
Make up your face so it looks like a peach
Aw,
away from all the pain
By spiffin up with ray bans
Hot in situation
Melt like candle wax from the light
Dress up
Make you feel so right
Mr. Mosaic
Where
Open up yours eyes, Mr. Intentional
Stuck in a system, that seeks to suck your blood
Held emotionally hostage, by what everybody does
Counting all
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