Prof - Liability (lyrics)

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Prof - Bar Breaker (lyrics)

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(question  marks beside the lines I'm not sure about)


Oh bless your heart, bless your heart
Wooo!  Hey
Ok all reloaded!  Yeah
Some heads talking about me like,
"That dude ain't a true rapper though, he ain't hip hop,
He ain't got those baaaaaarrrrrrrrssss, bars, y'oh what I'm talkin' about."
Hey, whata, what, what does that make me, what am I really though?
Y'know what I mean, uh

They call me the bar breaker.
You should kick me out the club,
I'm a big bad wolf, I'm a Jameson thug.
I wave Hi while I'm cave diving day high,
Coated in KY we'll orgy on the hay ride.
I hustle like an Ethiopian custodian,
Quick grab the trophies, you can leave behind the opium.
Executive american all the way from a derelict
Drinking at the Sheraton, daring chicks into marriages.
Oh yeah, marry me baby,
Half hour later you can carry me baby
I'm skinny dipping, swimmin' with young Dominican women,
Last time I wasn't pimpin' it's been a minute (hey)
No need to pay me to, I'm drinking in some daisy dukes,
80 proof, get retarded like a baby do.
I'm so good at rap that it's not even fair,
You know my shit bangs, I ain't talking about hair.
Come on.

Hey, hey, hey

3 smoking hot chicks in a couple of beds,
Call me the mailman how I come every day.
You ain't feeling my shit it's completely understandable,
I'm beyond rap, homey I'm speakin' animal.
Think about leaving they callin' me bro,
Finish a bottle and I'm good to go,
No you're all laymen I'm not even bold (?)
So untouchable I'm in the zone.
Fall back,
De be deep de be deep, what'cha call that, (?)
Hit the dick better lick to the ball sack,
Bring a tit to the kid I'm on that,
Oh rye oooh ken!  (shoryuken?)
They all on my new shit, thugs and the students,
Girl I'm a cowboy, baby I'm a nuisance.
I'm a problem, tell me that you love me,
You could be a model it don't matter if you chubby.
Tickle tickle,
I'm always in the middle,
Give me trouble, big girls they make me feel so little
Take your clothes off, we're streaking in my kitchen,
Hunting, fishing, fucking, kissing.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I buck wild, I never have it together
Have you noticed I leave every show on a stretcher?
Prof in a amberlan, boys went to the hotel (?)
these hoes smell I hope the blow job goes well.
whiskey in my IV, boner in my boxers,
I'm always with some Rosario Dawson imposters.
Head like a dildo, back is made of rubber,
I'm like the energizer bunny, I'm a tough mother (hey)
Tomorrow it's my birthday I'll sign up for karate,
And I'll kidnap the sensei and get the black belt probably.
I know you seen me win the beef with John Stamos,
a hundred years from now that show will still be on cable.
What kind of man is this high on medical cannibis,
Startin' riots on campuses, no one should be a fan of this,
Listen closely I'm not gonna shout,
I've tried being humble it's just not working out.

Prof on Sway in the Morning at Soundset

Lyrics:

They call me the bar breaker
You should kick me out the club
I'm a big bad wolf, I'm a Jameson thug
I'm wave 'Hi' while I'm cave diving day high
Coated in K Y we'll orgy on the hay ride
I hustle like you need the opiate custodian
Quick grab the trophies you can leave behind the opium
Executive American all the way from a derelict
Drinking at the Sheridan
Daring chicks into marriages
Oh yeah, marry me baby
Half hour later you can carry me baby
I'm skinny dipping
Swimming with young Dominican women
Last time I wasn't pimping it's been a minute
No need to pay me too
I'm drinking in the these daisy dukes
80 proof, get retarded like a baby do
I'm soaking in rap you it's not even fair
You know my shit bangs I ain't talking 'bout hair
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Full lyrics to Bar Breaker

Broadcasting ft. P.O.S. (lyrics)

Full song

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Broadcasting

Broadcasting

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

Papa ---- Papa

Romeo - Oscar
Oscar --  Sierra
Foxtrot

I am bigger than you've ever seen,
I am better than you've ever heard,
I could reinvent with every word.
Larger than life don't even make sense,
I am so far ahead I'm backwards, I am in past tense.
I am on overload, overdose,
I am on cruise control,
I could write an album under comatose.
I am unconscious yet so focused,
I'm ultimate high, I'll ride till I'm hopeless.
I know what I started and I don't plan on finishin'
Givin' in is the difference from wishin' it an livin' it.
So posers step off me,
I'll get ya paid off, cock metal, what it cost me.
I don't even hafta fight,
I'll let people I don't know whoop yo ass all night.
Turn on the radio, I got something to say -
Broadcasting a punch in the face.

Ah, east coast west coast,
Mid-west down south world wide.
South-side north-side,
Where the fuck you at?
Doomtree
Stophouse

I am bigger than you've ever seen,
I am louder than you've ever heard,
Letterhead be clever with the word.
Clever up the beef, eat,

Never sweat a nerd,
Haters are like birds, yeah,
Tweet tweetin' from the cheap seats.
Shit-shittin' on concrete, criterion raps,
Stimulus pack large, now pay it back.
You off ya crux fool,

You couldn't balance collaborations
With verses adjacent to beats by Mux Mool.
Success ooze from the sweat glands,
Rules for the next don't apply to P.O.S. man.
I'm livin' beyond the lines you sketch man,

I'm livin' between the lines of text, man,
Illegible hand, script.
Up here, hi, learn how to elevate,
Innovator laser-tongue, 

Assimilate to absolutly nothin, get it straight, 

I am a laser-guided hurricane,
Megaman's hand hot absolutely busting.

Ah, east coast west coast,
Mid-west down south world wide.
South-side north-side,
Where the fuck you at?
Doomtree
Stophouse

Critical digital,
Launch pad with the padlock, 

Hazmat launch code numerals.

Stop or it's your funeral,

Watch a couple of bosses rock your cubicle,
Watch how me and Prof spit chapters backwards.

I am an anthrax rapper,

I got a code that I suppose as so does Moses

That I live by and I master.

Yeah rap blaster stone-cold disaster
Cans filled with bass get cracked leave em plastered, damn.

I keep it cheap bitch,

I'm on another level.
Iron man launch punk, I keep it heavy metal.

I keep the belly settled, better full,
Hungry wolf tearing through whatever,

No piggy, just ripping never bull.

I let the Chevy pedal hit the floor, I never settle,
Burn the fuckin road up, I am on every channel.

I let the 9-5 honda civic slide right by,
Middle finger sky high spittin c-c-cyanide.

Zoo (lyrics)

The sort-of music video
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If you can't walk straight, look 'em in their face, tell a motherfucker.
If they hate your crew, 'cause you all act like you're from a zoo.
Run around town and we never turn down, hey we don't follow rules. (Yo)
I just really can't seem to get enough, 'nuff, 'nuff.  (Fuck with me, Aye)

Last night drink a waterfall, if you take a plane you can check the Tylenol.
Mile high with the pilot fall, got the G4 all coated in Armor All.
And I'm smoking like you thought I was a ventilator,
Hello hater, got a generator to my elevator.
Steer clear, 'cause in a couple seconds I'll be swimmin' in beer,
Get some women in here.
Order up another round and get me a mirror.
And a pocket pussy, am I fuckin' making it clear?
Here, here, I'm man of the year, lookin' at my pants like it's a banana in here.
Butt up, looking for some cut up, mean 'n easy best believe all hung up.
Listen,
Listen, yeah, shut up.

I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
Can't get enough (so what)
Aaaawwwww
I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
You can lick my nuts (my nuts)
Aaaawwwww

Itty bitty titty committee is fine, as long as your itty bitty titty got a behind.
Swerving, I think I need a lane or two, run a train or two, man I stay in the mood.
Drinkin' whiskey, what I came to do, so famous I came with the kangaroo.
In bathing suit, and I get on that Cialis, I ain't leaving this party until my dick is calloused.
I can't help it that I'm cocky, Macklemore told me that I'm a cold-ass honky.
Got balls like Bocce, time so hockey, play it as a hobby.
Pass my part as an astronaut, with a massive cock,
Spending all my time in your dad's garage just jackin' off,
To all your thrown away pictures of Asher Roth.
What?  That's a boy?  With them pretty golden locks, are you sure?
I dont' really care, man, I'll take about four.
Drop it to the ground you can take it down lower.
Pretty women that I can't ignore.
I breath for three or four.
I just really can't seem to get enough, 'nuff, 'nuff.
So what?

If you can't walk straight, look 'em in their face, tell a motherfucker. (So what)
If they hate your crew, 'cause you all act like you're from a zoo. (So what)
Run around town and we never turn down, hey we don't follow rules. (Yo)
I just really can't seem to get enough, 'nuff, 'nuff.  (So what)

I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
Can't get enough (so what)
Aaaahhhh
I don't give a fuck (so what)
I might be drunk (so what)
You can lick my nuts (my nuts)
Aaaahhhh

Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)
Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)
Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)
Come on, come on, let's get it in, bitch can I kick it? (yes you can)

Yeah.

Hey, you can trust in me, you can trust in me, I will never let you down.
Have I ever let you down?
I'm probably the most trustworthy MC int he game right now.
Remember that.
I got your back, player.

Utah (lyrics)

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[Hello there Mr. Rockstar.]

Shit.
Man I heard, uh,
You can marry two bitches, in Utah,
Salt Lake City or some shit.
What the fuck am I doing here, y'know what I mean?

Gimme gimme gimme gimme more,
Turn on my TV please,
I want titties galore.
An anorexic is born every day.
It's easy to find cocaine,
What more can I say?

It's easy to lose your way if you play,
Yeah.

She want a big dick man with a six pack
Smell like minnows in the crib,
Where the fish at?
Bitches all over where the Cris at?
Tic-tac-toe in a row,
I could hit that.
I want shit instantly,
Like a microwave dinner right in front of me.
Let's contribute to the hooplah,
Pack up a futon, make our way to Utah.

Sex and drugs,
We all live in America.
It's easy to lose your way if you play.
Yeah.

And so I walk in the party with my B-boy stance,
Don't compare me to the other dude,
He don't dance.
There's enough drink for everybody,
Pee those pants.
I am someone near the top as far as ego stands.
You can leave those pants,
They ain't coming in with me,
That's illegal man.
You can bet I'm a crook, [crook]
In 'n out with your love before you can even look.
Girl this is the USA,
Freedom to eat, fuck, get fat and get paid.
Put your life savings in a bottle of Cris.
Bet that bitch pop,
Throw it on some tits.
If you can't beat 'em join 'em,
Man that's true,
And you wonder what I think that we all should do.
Hmm.
Let's contribute to the hooplah,
Pack up a futon, make our way to Utah.

Sex and drugs,
We all live in America.
It's easy to lose your way if you play.
Yeah.

Eh, eh girl,
You look good to me,
Come and show me your world.
What?
Let me ask a couple questions,
Sex, drugs, alcohol, learn a couple lessons.
'Cause, I'm involved with that daily,
I give you that insight,
You don't have to pay me.
I learn you something real good girl,
I'll open my door,
Let's go dancin'.

Chcka-chcka-ah, chcka-chcka-chcka-ah. [Hey]
 Chcka-chcka-ah, chcka-chcka. [Go girl]
Chcka-chcka-ah, chcka-chcka-chcka-ah. [Hey]
 Chcka-chcka-ah, chcka-chcka. [Go girl]
Chcka-chcka-ah, chcka-chcka-chcka-ah. [Hey]
 Chcka-chcka-ah, chcka-chcka. [Go girl]

Sex and drugs,
We all live in America.
It's easy to loss your way if you play.
Yeah.

I wanna see you dance, see you dance.
See you shake that ass, oh yeah.
I wanna see that now.
I wanna see that now.
I wanna see you dance, see you dance.
See you shake that ass, oh yeah.
I wanna see that now.
I wanna see that now.

Yeah.
Kaiser Von Powderhorn 2.
I hope you enjoyed yourself.
Just wanted to end on this song.
Let you know that, Utah is the state that exemplifies American tradition.
Make yourself up a religion.
Marry as many bitches as you want.
You'll never have to do dishes again.
Carry your guns, drink your booze, fuck unprotected.
Have a couple abortions.
Smoke your fuckin' cigarettes.
They can't tell you shit.
This is America.
Never forget that.

Rules (lyrics)

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Oh yeah.
So basically, you know, I don't want you telling me shit.
I'm not trying to hear anything you got to say.
Tomorrow ain't promised to anybody,
So I ain't hearin' you today.

Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.

Check it out.
I'm thinking about putting it in your mouth.
I'm thinking about taking you to my house,
And I'm thinking about messing around on my couch.
I'm thinking about all the things we could do with,
Hold up,
I seen another girl that was fly like you,
I'm thinking about handing out rides for two.
If you down I'm cool.
And if you 'round that's cool.
And if you hold her down that's better.
'Cause I've seen a lot of doll-faced women,
And I'm still screamin' "Independent women forever"
[Forever-ever, forever-ever]
I will love you until the end of time,
As long as you ain't afraid to take charge,
To step up and give a piece of your mind.

Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.

Fuck around and get followed,
I seen you coming out of that McDonalds,
I seen your fat mom shop at Marshall's,
For the past three Sundays lookin' gnarly.
I'm patient, what more can I say?
I know you take your garbage out every single Wednesday.
Yeah, bits, don't get ram, up, on.
I leave ya in the alley with your nuts gone.
And I'll be probably be leaving with some puff song.
But I'll be dancing like I got myself a touchdown.
Prof got twinkle toes.
Blowing kisses, throwing mistletoe.
Too much seconds and I'll hit the floor.
Buckin' out, throwing 'bows, I'm invincible.
I got into a fight last night,
And I'm quite sure that it was a dyke last night.
Yep.

Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.

Call up the chickens, all the gampos.
Where the strippers at, dubs and the hundos?
Assholes throw bows in the front rows.
No bodybuilders, but real gun shows.
Southside, where they jump folk,
Put it in the air, bud smoke.
Yeah, rules don't apply to me,
A good dude, but I don't even try to be,
'Cause I'm a bad mutherfuck ask if you could rap,
With an asshole such as a mac like myself.
Mr officer, I am a monster,
Involved with illegal things at my concert.
I am considered and immature little kidder,
Then you figured I'm a shit, then you realize I'm a shitter.
I'll make your women scream,
Make the dudes fight.
We gon' do this all night.

Rules don't apply to me, [No they don't now]
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me, [Apply to me]
I don't need to see tomorrow, [No I don't now]
Tomorrow. [No I don't now]

Break it down now.
Go girl, go girl, go girl.
Break it down now, go girl.
How you do that there,
How you do that there,
How you do that there,
How you do that there.

Yeah, buddy.

Moron (lyrics)

Beat by Lazerbeak

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Ooh,

What the hell are you doing.

Do the moron, [freak out] do the moron.

Ooh,

What the hell are you doing.

Do the moron, [freak out] do the moron.

Go stupid, Go stupid, Go stupid,

Go stupid, Go stupid, Go stupid,

Go, go, go, go.

You a freak already,

Fuck a seat, you go freak on steady,

Best believe I got ta heat up,

Heavy keep on and on and leave all the problems with your momma

We gon' keep on steppin'.

Abera-cadabera I'm an animal,

Why is everybody gotta dance on my canical?

I'm in the heart of the beast.

This is May day baby, powderhorn's elite.

Listen  [Hush hush, now]

You better use that. [Use that]

You're momma made that. [Made that]

You better use that. [Use that]

You're momma made that. [Ever getcha that, baby]

You better use that. [Use that]

You're momma made that [Ever getcha that, baby]

Make it work, work, work.

Ooh,

What the hell are you doing. [Freak out]

Do the moron, [freak out] do the moron.

Ooh,

What the hell are you doing. [Freak out]

Do the moron, [freak out] do the moron.

Go stupid, Go stupid, Go stupid,

Go stupid, Go stupid, Go stupid,

Go, go, go, go.

Ten minutes later and I'm dancin' like an orphan,

I wanna make sure I get my portion.

I get no pay while I'm workin'.

Shake it like a moron, girl, that's perfect.

So put your right leg in, [Leg in]

And throw your right leg out, [Leg out]

So put your right leg in. [Leg in]

Shake the motherfucker. [Good job]

So put your whole ass in, [Ass in]

And throw that whole ass out, [Ass out]

Put your whole ass in. [Ass in]

Shake the motherfucker. [Good job]

Listen,  [Hush hush, now]

You better use that. [Use that]

You're momma made that. [Made that]

You better use that. [Use that]

You're momma made that. [Ever getcha that, baby]

You better use that. [Use that] 

You're momma made that [Ever getcha that, baby]

Make it work, work, work.

All of us, put 'em up.

Carmela, Julia, Benjamin, Jacqueline, Rafael [Go, go, go]

All of us, put 'em up.

Amberly, Angela, Timothy, Theodore, Pamela [Go, go, go]

Hey.

So put your right leg in, [Leg in]

And throw your right leg out, [Leg out]

So put your right leg in. [Leg in]

Shake the motherfucker. [Good job]

So put your whole ass in, [Ass in]

And throw that whole ass out, [Ass out]

Put your whole ass in. [Ass in]

Shake the motherfucker. [Good job]

Good job.

Sex Ed (lyrics)

Beat by Erick Anderson
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Yeah
Feel that.
Yeah.

If you look for satisfaction on the late night say, All right.
All right.
If you know just what it lookin', what it taste like say, All right.
All right.

My momma told me that I'm only as good
As my best dream, baby.
I'd swim if only I could,
That's if you let me baby.
I don't wanna seem like I'm rude,
But I only have my word.
Yeah.
You know that I'm that type of dude,
To make you co-sign and concur.
Yeah.
Sex, sex, sex.
I just want the best, best best.
We can get together, baby.
Hey.
What I want just ain't for myself,
It's in your best interest,
Let's make it happen, baby.
Yeah.

Let me get it now:
One for the money,
Two for the show.
We can rendez-vouz and do some fuckin' on the low.
I'm considered pro,
You like a good meal.
Give me snorkel and I'm divin' like a navy seal.
Never in your long legged life has the pipe been layed just quite like tonight.
Have another drink, it's on me, on me.
Yeah.
When you close your eyes and you're so satisfied on the inside,
Make you wanna sing like,
Tell me what ya think.
I'ma get to know every inch of the highway
Give me the road map.

If you look for satisfaction on the late night say, All right.
All right.
If you know just what it lookin', what it taste like say, All right.
All right.

Your the reason I'm still up,
Don't play.
If I go without a wink of sleep,
Pretty girl have it your way.
But ya know I gotta get mine,
Right after you got yours for the fifth time.
We could move it all the way to the window,
Makin' shimmy and you make it for the this time.
And don't be 'fraid to call a little bit later we could redo it all,
Whenever satisfaction's on your mind.
We can go,
Hey.

If you look for satisfaction on the late night say, All right.
All right.
If you know just what it lookin', what it taste like say, All right.
All right.

Ah,
Five
Six
Seven
Ooh.

Borrowed Time (lyrics)

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I've seen you lie,
You old-ass, one too many times.
What I find, to my surprise,
There is no one who's their own.
Yeah.
[I've learned my patience needs to sleep.]
Wasting time, you're wasting mine.
[I have died my own two hands.]
I will strangle you with my own hands.

Wasting time.

You can count me out' it,
You can write my book and later tell me all about it.
I've seen enough to know that we've been over this,
You're old as hell, your time is up,
Motionless, you're ride is stuck.
You're scared as hell and for good reason.
And I'm burnin' both ends,
'Cause I don't wanna be your age at a horse race breakin' my back over fourth place.
Rather middle of a court case screamin' at your face til the show ends.
They say I drink too much,
That's because I think too much.
We really wastin' time motherfucker,
You'll miss a moment if you blink too much.

We got a reason to tie you up.
We're living at a moment's notice. [Wastin' time]
We got a reason, we can't be bought,
Keep thinking that we losin' focus.

I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' that I'm wastin' my time. [Wasting time]
I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' I'm outta my mind.

Should I be polite?
Should I leave you 'lone?
Should I let you come and steal my lifeline?
Don't be so vain,
We all got guns.
We'll take what's ours
In your lifetime.
Patience killing me.
I'm getting drunk and breaking everything.
I'm so sick,
My habits don't lie.
I'm killin' myself,
Don't wanna break my stride.
You can't tell me shit,
You're so outta touch.
Stay in my way 'n guaranteed I'll fuck you up.
The pressure's buildin',
It's gettin' loud.
If time is money tell me how to wait around.

I've seen you lie,
You old-ass, one too many times.

We got a reason to tie you up.
We're living at a moment's notice [Wasting time]
We got a reason, we can't be bought.
Keep thinking that we're losing focus.

I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' that I'm wastin' my time. [Wastin' time]
I've raised myself, I'm ready, [To tie you up]
Keep thinkin' that I'm outta my mind.

Poor Me (lyrics)

Full song
Clean version (same as original)
Produced by 84 Caprice
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I thought that I would have whatever I want,
Oooh oooh.
Until I turned 16 and I don't' have a Galant.
Vroom vroom.
Meeee, poor me.
Oooh.
My mom and dad are probably gon' have to die tonight.
Meeee, poor me.

I'm so helpless, without my allowance I think I'm useless.
Give me my money, mama.
How are you gonna let your son struggle in the mall all weekend?
Is that what you want me to do, take myself right off the deep end?

Meeee, poor me.
Somebody help me please, help me please.

I'm dying in inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinkin' that maybe I'll just sit back down and cry.
I'm dying inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinking that maybe I'll just lay back down and die.

Meeee, poor me.

President (lyrics)

Produced by Willie Wonka
Full song
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I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Yup, two houses on the south side.
I bought land, motherfucker, meet me outside.
I crossed the globe slow, like a tornado.
Fuckin' with the P. R. O. F. is so
Past your honor roll, listen.

Look at this, another party sold out.
I made a movement in the norsk, it's the cold south.
This Ric Flair, it has got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!
Who bucks like me? Kill the club dead.
Who fucks like me? I break the fuckin' bed.
Hustled up some bootstraps, son,
I tightened my belt,
It runs in my city, so I signed myself.
I'm a thorough-bred, Powderhorn is in my nuts.
I keep two of 'em, case some bitches wanna fuck.
People ask me if I'm the best as if that is a question,
If you thinkin' that you can be even with me, I'd find that quite offensive.


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Back to the fast life, I'm a crack pipe,
And I guess my pace is sick.
Waitresses,
Put 'em all together till their faces kiss,
Basic shit.
These rappers shows is so bogus,
Oh no what a waste this is.
So sue me, Susie, spray a uzis in the path where the plaintiffs shits.
These whiskey muscles got me on the pump,
Today I'm 'bout to ride an elephant around the southside,
Eat some pussy for lunch.

Because this Ric Flair got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!

Fuckin' rappers, they all dog shit.
They can get on their knees, I need my balls licked.
I need the whip fast, whiplash homeboy,
Get cash, own toys, piss test, NO!
Point blank is I remain the wildest MC in the state.
Catch a quick buzz and I lift up shot for shot try to keep pace.
Put it all together and you'll never find another rapper that will do a show like me.
I do what I want, whenever I feel, walk in the White House I don't even show ID!


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.