Lyrics:
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
I need's a little green president
Lookin' back as I check him
Sun-Lookin' Johnny went downtown and thought
Where can I eat
Gettin kinda hungry
The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck
The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck
Ok, sitting in a cell is the father of Jamell
Who was told by a judge that he'll probably go to hell
For refusing to tell who killed his brother
They put an Arabian nerd from the Suburbs
Tryna have a nigga swag up against Mr cass?
My bars goes over niggas
Heads like a mistletoe
So you can kiss my
See the farmer on the other side of town
He's always working hard 'til the sun goes down
He's up every morning right on five, a wanting green seeds
that's the way it goes
Anti-??? behold, we lay down tracks while the rest of be told
So best move and gets go, act like you've been told
By the heat
it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dog, believe that
Where we at, do your value your
it down
Run it now
Wherever stone goes it's gon' be there
See that
That shit'll finish you dawg
Believe that
Where we at
Do your value
we'll always be together in the black and white photo.
(Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)
Say we look better in the black and white photo.
And when the sun goes down,
We
bands today make twice that shit back by Sunday
I could be in rehab and still tell myself let's get this money
It's never sunny where I'm from down under
to do and so little time.
He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what
passenger sitting by my side
we gon ride till the sun goes down down
(yeaaaaa)
down down down down Down down
We gon ride till the sun goes down down
down
not found
(Where's the roof?)
Foreign passenger sitting by my side
We gon ride till the sun goes down down
(yeaaaaa)
Down down down down Down down
your eyes
And it gets colder and colder
When the sun goes down
Were you waiting at our old spot
In the tree line by the gold clock
Did I leave you
Ya know fear, the companies try to control
Put your game face on and go
And say it with me mr president
We won’t take all of this gibberish
Everybody,
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk
Wouldn't be recognized by their own mothers!
But they'll admit I exist
When I become vice-president!
That won't work
We've been through all of this before
Where's Mr. Voorhees, sir Freddy Krueger
Fuck Michael Myers, bitch on the bed begging me to do her
And that's how it goes, cuz my life is radical
We'll always be together
In the black and white photo
Ooh-oh, say we look better in the black and white photo
And when the sun goes down
We can
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yeah, just hit me
It's time to chase your
The ones placed in power playing Russian roulette with our lives
Every five hours
A child goes missing
Mr President
I hope you're listening
I wake up every
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