[Intro: Nasty Boi] Smokin' for the hell of it (hell of it) Like a girlfriend gotta hold on and start to commit But with no other drug will I start to
[Intro: Prez (talking)] Yo, waddup? This Prez, this to all my smokers out there Every time you lifted, and someone asks you how you doin' Just smile
[Verse 1: Prez] Aye ma, you lookin' like a million bucks Only beauty in the club, I ain't fuckin' with sluts Get your purse, get your slip for the coat
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the bush I'm packin' heat with the .45 magnum in my belt Shawty lookin' so fine, wish
[Verse 1: Chris Brown] All that bullshit's for the birds You ain't nothing but a vulture Always hopin' for the worst Waiting for me to fuck up You'll
make the crowd scream High beamin' make you blind like three blind mice Workin' in the studio, gotta make they mind right Look at the future it's the Prezidential Candidates
[Hook: Roscoe Dash] Oh Everywhere I go I Dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Everywhere I go I Dress up and I
[Verse 1: Prez] I need success, I need that top spot Fuck it if I ain't the best, I need to cop yachts You know my shirt Nike, we can go one on one Don
Lebron's face Shaq slams it down, look at that board shake The way we ride, you'd think the whip stolen Oh shit this must be Prezidential, ya'll know
heat The reason these haters all love me [Verse 3: Prez] You wanna know why muthafuckin' haters love me? 'Cuz they waited to whole song and Prez on verse 3 They say Prezidential
[Iyaz] J.R Yeah And Auburn Yeah, Beluga Heights [Verse 1: Prez] La, la, la That's all that's comin' out your mo-mo-mouth Get naked I'mma go down so-so
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the blunt stays in your mouth Blow mad reefer,
[Hook: Rocko] Maybe it's my car Maybe 'cuz I'm flexing Maybe it's wrist-piece Gotcha bitch getting naked Maybe it's bracelet Maybe it's my chain Maybe
[Intro: Nasty Boi] How could I go wrong? When there's so much left to say And how could I've moved on? When she's missing yesterday [Verse 1: Nasty
[Hook] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad, badder (badder) than yours My, my chick bad, badder (badder
[Hook] [Verse 1: Prez] Uh I'm poppin' bottles of prescribed medication for players I'm pushin' pills and painkillers to relieve this frustration Makin
[Hook: Nasty Boi] Four in the back, one at the top Bend the elbows, let it plop Red, blue, solo, dolo Pick any cup, it's in the hole Oh, we gettin' it
