Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana - Black Republicans lyrics

Pfff
Now, this is what they've been waiting for
Yeah, yessir ya dig?
Ya dig? Santana!
Weezy F! Ayy!
Haha! Ayy, Wayne
What up, man?
What you been working on, nigga?
Oh, you know i got Curren$y new album
And quietly working on my album, ya dig?
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off
And drop my next album too, nigga
That's what it is! But dig this
Hmm? They wanna know what we
Been working on together yeah, yeah
That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit
" they know that there yeah, you know
They know what it is
So if they ever thought the South
And the North was gonna collide
That's what they thinking!
Guess what?We already did already
Go!

I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw
I can't call it
More like a Black Democrat runnin'
'em out of office (Get out)
Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you
I protect my land like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup) , huh
Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra
(Ha)
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered
(yeah) y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my
Dick like a harness
Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha)
And I cover east, west, north
South like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never)
Money buried behind my house like a garden
(What?)
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started
(yeah) and Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?)
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em high
Higher than turbulences
White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Haha)
I'm from the city of big
Drugs and murder victims
It's get rich, go to jail
Or be a murder victim
Ayy! Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat
Get out the kitchen

I feel like a Black Republican
Tote the MAC in the public
AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money-money
Like Money Mackin' Publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat
Make me feel covenant
Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan
Boy, you better go eat some
Soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick
But I get all in her mouth like Polident
New Orleans representer to the inner
Come from the city where
The glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine, and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like
He got somewhere to be

Ya dig? Ayy!
And we wanna let the world know
This is not a diss song either, people
Uh uh, uh uh
We don't diss them, we dismiss them
Ya dig? Haha recognize or step aside
Yeah! Ya dig?
Hahaha we let the music talk
Drought 3! Hahaha and by the way
What? It's Santana
It's Weezy! I'm back
Yeah you dudes gotta stand in the mirror
Backwards cause you can't face yourself
Assholes dipSet for life
Cash Money cash Money, what up!
Young Money, Skull Gang mill!