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Prezidential Candidates - That's That



[Hook: Prez]
I never turn it down, I'ma ride all night
Smokin' L's while I sell outside, alright
Hard they gon fall when they hear me flow
Signin' autographs to kids everywhere I go
We go, to the top of the charts in my dreams
But these dreams ain't exaggerated, they closer than they seem
Like a G I hold it down like I hold this gat
Big swingers on the bat, recognize that's that

[Verse 1: Prez]
Strike a blunt and let's get high, any moment I decide
I'ma flip the light switch and catch you hidin' in your lies
Let me see, I think I got a couple names on my mind
People lyin' 'bout these crimes, and never end up seein' time
This a Prezidential call-out to all today's hottest rappers
They should cash them Grammys for Oscars 'cuz they more like actors
Ass-kissin' motherfuckers can all catch a bullet
Now that's the deadliest catch, and I'ma be the one to do it
I see you bitches laugh and scream, while you try to make the cream
But I'ma play like Northern Iowa and upset your whole team
I'ma let you suckers have it, regrettin' makin' all the racket
Fuck up your whole day, like ey'body who done a bracket
But with all the shots I call, I ain't talkin' basketball
Killed the motherfucker young, so the fuckin' casket small
See Prez ridin' through your city, you're thinkin' "What a pity"
Drivin' black 150, Wesley Snipes, New Jack City
Nothings over like my bro Drizzy Drake said
It's over if you talk shit and live in a basement, nothin' but some fuckin' base-heads
Hatin' and pointin', motherfuckers disappointments
Go and get yourself some motherfucking ointment
These lames probably seen Wayne, Gucci Mane, Tip, and Boosie all go to prison
What these fake gangsters claiming true, I know, really isn't
Ain't it funny how people act tough?
But when things get rough they back the fuck up, and run
[Hook: Prez]
I never turn it down, I'ma ride all night
Smokin' L's while I sell outside, alright
Hard they gon fall when they hear me flow
Signin' autographs to kids everywhere I go
We go, to the top of the charts in my dreams
But these dreams ain't exaggerated, they closer than they seem
Like a G I hold it down like I hold this gat
Big swingers on the bat, recognize that's that

[Verse 2: Nasty Boi]
Nobody in here can hold this shit
.45 Magnum, fully loaded with a clip
Bomb-ass dime-bag lookin' for a bud
Streets ain't clean, they all with them thugs
Reppin' B-Town with the yellow and black
I smoke that kush, what you pushin' at me fo?
Yo bitch-ass can't handle the ball I throw at ya
I'ma smoke you like green grass
Make you break your ankles, got 9-1-1 on speed dial
'Cuz you bitches gonna need a pop, pop
Like the beat, add another defeat to your stats
DPalm never gonna die, 'cuz the heart's in me to make the blood flow easy
Call me Jigga's man, I'm greazy
Sit you down on your chair, make you feel queasy
'Cuz the shit I'ma put in your girl is gonna be straight-up sleazy
Nap time bitch, I'ma hold these Glock .40's tight
I'ma put some "Saw" shit up in this bitch
I don't need mainstream, 'cuz the real shit is underground
But I want the money, so I hope that I'm found
DPaaalm
[Hook: Prez]
I never turn it down, I'ma ride all night
Smokin' L's while I sell outside, alright
Hard they gon fall when they hear me flow
Signin' autographs to kids everywhere I go
We go, to the top of the charts in my dreams
But these dreams ain't exaggerated, they closer than they seem
Like a G I hold it down like I hold this gat
Big swingers on the bat, recognize that's that