The Game, Telly Mac - El Presidente lyrics
[The Game, Telly Mac - El Presidente lyrics]
Death before dishonor
Ride with weap' up
Cause niggaz tryin to dent my armor
Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that
Nigga from California
Could run up on ya on any corner
Put somethin on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6
With no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just livin for the moment
I'm from Compton homey
But I'm like a center for Milwaukee
Cause I play for the Bucks
And I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y
Gotta keep my back to the wall
Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi dawg
Speakin of lle', I put 8 in
10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back
Like Jordan in charge
I'm like the black Yankees
They don't want me around no more
Cause I hold the record for the
Most fiends roamin the boulevard
And when I'm on the boulevard
Catch me behind the wheel
Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill
Steppin out of Chevies with heat
That's heavy - that's president
Bullets flyin for them dead
Guys - that's president
Led meltin inside your wig
- that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin
- it's all president
Aiyyo I do this shit from
Compton to the Mac block
High-tech collaborations with the
Gamblaz and Blacksox
Drillin 'em killin 'em if we
Ain't feelin 'em nigga
If Sticky Fingaz need some music
Straight stealin it nigga
Shinin, in big trucks
Big will in it nigga we climbin
To the top and we sealin it nigga
So back the fuck up
My niggaz act the fuck up
So keep yourself in line or you
Could get smacked the fuck up
Jacked the fuck up
Beat up bad and clapped the fuck up
Wrapped up in white sheets and
Threw in a white truck
Over presidents
Now you willin to give your life up?
Put your kids on the line
And give your wife up?
Over presidents, they got you soulless
So take this bomb and hold this
While we control this
For the streets
We comin with heat that's stolen
And we hustle universal
For that paper that we foldin
Roll in 600's, Beemers and 'llacs
We a team of cats, with the pens and gats
That fiend for jacks
But only when the green's attached
We fiend for jacks
But only when the green's attached
It's Telly and young Game
The hustler, ho juggler
Coke smuggler
No matter what the hustle, dough doublin
Lle or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet I'll come back
With 10K in the drop
I'll stay in the spot
Wearin a crop and coppin ounces
Telly Mac and Game the hustler
We rock the house
And plus we the reason that the blocks is out
So my words to the wise
Is just watch your mouth
And you don't want it
When the stainless out
What the game about
The bullets is in, your brains is out
All over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthless
And the truth is y'all niggaz
Can't stop us dawg
So why the fuck you wanna knock us off
Like we some high-powered cowards and y'all
Really the niggaz that's soft
Still across the train tracks
We turn 'caine crack
It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler
You can't change that
Ride with weap' up
Cause niggaz tryin to dent my armor
Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that
Nigga from California
Could run up on ya on any corner
Put somethin on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6
With no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just livin for the moment
I'm from Compton homey
But I'm like a center for Milwaukee
Cause I play for the Bucks
And I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y
Gotta keep my back to the wall
Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi dawg
Speakin of lle', I put 8 in
10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back
Like Jordan in charge
I'm like the black Yankees
They don't want me around no more
Cause I hold the record for the
Most fiends roamin the boulevard
And when I'm on the boulevard
Catch me behind the wheel
Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill
Steppin out of Chevies with heat
That's heavy - that's president
Bullets flyin for them dead
Guys - that's president
Led meltin inside your wig
- that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin
- it's all president
Aiyyo I do this shit from
Compton to the Mac block
High-tech collaborations with the
Gamblaz and Blacksox
Drillin 'em killin 'em if we
Ain't feelin 'em nigga
If Sticky Fingaz need some music
Straight stealin it nigga
Shinin, in big trucks
Big will in it nigga we climbin
To the top and we sealin it nigga
So back the fuck up
My niggaz act the fuck up
So keep yourself in line or you
Could get smacked the fuck up
Jacked the fuck up
Beat up bad and clapped the fuck up
Wrapped up in white sheets and
Threw in a white truck
Over presidents
Now you willin to give your life up?
Put your kids on the line
And give your wife up?
Over presidents, they got you soulless
So take this bomb and hold this
While we control this
For the streets
We comin with heat that's stolen
And we hustle universal
For that paper that we foldin
Roll in 600's, Beemers and 'llacs
We a team of cats, with the pens and gats
That fiend for jacks
But only when the green's attached
We fiend for jacks
But only when the green's attached
It's Telly and young Game
The hustler, ho juggler
Coke smuggler
No matter what the hustle, dough doublin
Lle or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet I'll come back
With 10K in the drop
I'll stay in the spot
Wearin a crop and coppin ounces
Telly Mac and Game the hustler
We rock the house
And plus we the reason that the blocks is out
So my words to the wise
Is just watch your mouth
And you don't want it
When the stainless out
What the game about
The bullets is in, your brains is out
All over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthless
And the truth is y'all niggaz
Can't stop us dawg
So why the fuck you wanna knock us off
Like we some high-powered cowards and y'all
Really the niggaz that's soft
Still across the train tracks
We turn 'caine crack
It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler
You can't change that