Young Buck - Democrat Party lyrics

I remember walking up and down
That alley you know trying to get some money
I finally met somebody

Malcolm X my brother assalamu alaikum
Trump ain't no different from Ronald Reagan
Black and white TV my antenna
Is a clothes hanger
My reality is jack boys and dope slingers
Might see your sister in the
Back room with crack fumes
Running this crack house like a
Barber and beauty saloon
We had the to break these boulders down
Trapping and looking for carrot top
When he come rolling 'round
Gentrification got niggas changing
Location now i done took a loss and
My pistol became impatient now
I know I'm a boss I ain't let
All this weight just weight me down
I can't wait on nothing
I'm at you people like pay me now

And I keep the pack from a democrat
Niggas scared to touch it, fuck it
Send me that crown
My Mexicans is moving we need every cent
So tell them go ahead bill me
We gon' jump the fence
Trudging through this desert with these
Bales on my back
I'm gon' be chilling like a
Cholo if I make it
Told my people it's a chance that
I might not make it back
But it's a chance that I'd
Ever have to take it

We done came up from the
Bottom and we co-defendants
I know you would never snitch on
Me nigga before the sentence
I put all my property in my momma name
I feel like they was watching me
So I'm out the game
I got a problem with authority
Won't stay in my lane
So I'm experimenting with other
Things than cocaine
I mean I am the poster child
For that plant Mary Jane
And my nigga making meth in the woods now
We doing numerals on pharmaceuticals
The shit's unusual
I'm watching niggas grow CBD while watching
Couple y'all done told me you're
Biting on your cuticles
We pulling up with two of those
And shooting up your funeral for real

And I keep the pack from a democrat
Niggas scared to touch it, fuck it
Send me that crown
My Mexicans is moving we need every cent
So tell them go ahead bill me
We gon' jump the fence
Trudging through this desert with these
Bales on my back
I'm gon' be chilling like a
Cholo if I make it
Told my people it's a chance that
I might not make it back
But it's a chance that I'd
Ever have to take it

Baking soda and a microwave's a luxury
I started with a spoon and a lighter
I had to cook it up
Back when had that Benzy bought from
Jimmy had that Bonneville sitting on gold
Y'all can look it up
That was the days, it was beige
Looking around now it's brown
Now a different page still I'm around now
Walking through a different maze
Taking these pounds to your town
Going a different way
Gotta keep extra bands where our bitches stay
Either we pay you in cash or
We can pay you in yay facts
Building up my house with a brick a day
Watch a nigga lose his life and
Ain't got shit to say

And I keep the pack from a democrat
Niggas scared to touch it, fuck it
Send me that crown
My Mexicans is moving we need every cent
So tell them go ahead bill me
We gon' jump the fence
Trudging through this desert with these
Bales on my back
I'm gon' be chilling like a
Cholo if I make it
Told my people it's a chance that
I might not make it back
But it's a chance that I'd
Ever have to take it