rapper I ain't tryin to front Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you You might see me in a Bentley
I'ma good lookin' rapper, I ain't tryin' to front Hoe, I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you You
, then you on blast Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us Mr. Governor, I swear there
haven't gone through what I been through Excuse me, what we've been through Meaning me and you, see I'm just like you Except I rock the mic and you work
US, I'm the lyrical president The UK king, wild sinister They love me in Canada, they call me the prime minister Said I'd lose my life on the corner
] Let me see do you niggas rob Let me see do you niggas kill Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill Let me see do you niggas know
as every day is Super Bowl Sunday And larger than life women in lingerie Are pouting at us from every bus stop She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me
no one can win You're welcome here Americans We love you but not your bombs Welcome here Americans We love you but not your bombs... Welcome here Americans We love you
get a piece I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a nigga out? Sayin' you cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz
So when you see me you might as well count your stack Respect what I jack and let me show you what you lack And treat you how a real playa supposed to act Cause I
out militainment. I'm here to see the president of the record label I believe his name is Mr.Isenhawk. I been out here quite some time. So, aww can you
I like, I, I guessed it right on first, you know? Like I know . . . FZ: Beat him while you're talking. Phyllis: You know like . . . I tell you something. I
you trick [Chorus] It's the mind of a sick man But can you blame me Mothafuckas out to get me Strap me down and incarcerate me You got to beat down or
you trick [Chorus] It's the mind of a sick man But can you blame me Mothafuckas out to get me Strap me down and incarcerate me You got to beat
tellin' me nothin' I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a
Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child Spacekateers, I'm back, baby, yes, I'm back And Mr. President you're not chillin' in the house, baby You're not
gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, ***** I pop mines How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes I knew you
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I pop mines How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes I knew you