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mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!
Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I don't see many
up, yeah
I just flew in with your bitch with no Kite
Yeah, these n's talk shit but
She tell me to pay up, I put it in her face
Doin' this shit by
Naked girls and eunuchs
Have tagged Divinci's wall
The one that said "Stand Up for Love,
Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n Roll"
I wish I knew just what they
What makes you think I respect you?
[ VERSE 1: 3D ]
Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed
It's all about who you know
Hold on l gatta make this call
Hello Mr president
Am sorry for not picking up your call
I was busy buring my friend, she was
My pupils are not students
They dilate but they never learn
Each time we roll up the dollar bill
We suffocate the President
Each time we roll up
killed, u can feel da steal
N' u can tell I'm ill, by the look on my face
But u gon know how ill when u get carried away
N' get buried da day u even think
the stars has torn me adn my flame apart
But there's a creation by man
That can bring us back together again
Up'n away, we need a place to hide
Gonna get up
I Stay on top Like an astronaut im up in space
Futuristic spittin I be steady on the money chase
I dress so spiffy all these fuckers call me Mr gates
Mr. Aireq Jonsin
(Wooh)
Alright so
I ain't got no way to set this shit up
But this is the type of chick I'm looking for
That's all I gotta say
They
the effects
I mix cd's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums
We treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
out, but nigga, get smarter
Oh, be a father, don't fake
I don't wanna see my niggaz locked away up state, Yay
If U Really Want It, U Should Go N' Get
Every verse in the bag dribble words telling stories of my past
Might see what comes up next
All I know for now
Silly Flow's the best
Not the president
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and homies dead in the streets
And Mr. President's a natural ass
He out treating niggas worse than they treat the trash
God save, these streets
One
a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break
you're racking up seven digits
President we hate so dearly
You've fucked enough, why fuck the country?
Your N.D.A's they've signed are shady
You've had
gonna wipe her tears away
[Chorus]
Jesus! Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
Jesus! Hey Mr. DJ
Jesus! Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
Jesus
the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Do you guy's hear us...hear us...laughing (Hailie)
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
everywhere, but think that an honorable family would have to do this
Constant false promises and a price that goes up day by day
Healthy people become addicts
and a pistol by his side
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
He rode right up to Miss. Mousie's door, uh, huh
He rode right up to Miss. Mousie's door, uh, huh
He rode
the free stuff
N' that'll happen to a nigga
Actin' like he tough
I spit toxic waste so talk slick n'
Get ya faced sliced up a like chocolate cake
Rest in
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