on to wright up my lonely days On and on, on and on Oh yeah, on and on, yeah yeah, oh yeah On and on, yeah yeah On and on On and on Oh yea-yeah, oh
Bản dịch: Mr.President. On And On.
lot going through my mind while I stretch and yawn Its a love-hate thing, but my heart is torn, man, let me just speak about whats going on Hey, Dear Mr. President
to be the first black President iTunes, download me in every resident Early, I skip breakfast Nigga be on his grind like he need new brake pads We in the hood like black soap and
realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill My president is black, my Lambo's blue And
and paper Write you a letter cause you are appreciated I'm dreaming to be great While working on my mistakes You promise that's change I'm doing the same thing Dear Mr
so long So it's not about fame and fortune It's about believing and believing in yourself And understanding that this life is life It's liberty and the pursuit of happiness And
streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on
things I seen Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad, wishin' on a visit God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some
on the Lo where Mr. 'Cause we comin' with hammers and drivers With the buddahs and rugars and shot cruisers and rovers Diamond crooks takin' it over With razors and
ground If I ran for president And once was a member of the Klan Wouldn't you call me on it The way I call you on Farrakhan? And Pontiff, pretty Pontiff
ve gone around the world and the seven seas I'm cashin' six-figure checks in all currencies It's like when I be tearin' it up in Paris Motherfuckers parler on
get ya girl to come and kiss me on the pisser Get her outta clothes and get her pussy to take a picta Bitch Im me Flow smoke like swisher Catching lines and
like it'll fall I'm on the job feet first with direction and all I like coca and then gotta come home and stroke her Take time, clean my rims and go
gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may place yourself high above us Mr. President have pity on
the Heaven or Hell and dwell To meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees On the hilltops, clubshops and
't teach me a goddamn thing 'Cause I watch TV and Comcast cable And you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin' these charts And
