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the presidents And got a view from the White House loo Of Pennsylvania Avenue? George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill My president
] People, people, we got to get over Before we go under Hey, country Didn't say what you meant You just changed Brand new funky President Stock market
Hang around, Willie boy Don't you raise the sails anymore It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea And I'm pushin' age seventy three Now there's
Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat me a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches
Intro (The Cook Kids) Yeah yeah yeah yeah So...I'm eating my scrambled eggs this morning And then I think about it I'm the mayor of the city Yo where
Yeah, yeah A town is on the gear A town, A town, A town, yeah Y'all know how we do around this time Youngbloodz, Lil' Jon, yeah I tote that thing, nah
Where, where have you gone? Daniel, my only son I, I even slept with you To be here in your chair Sitting in your favourite chair When you snuck into
Break a mirror, roll the dice Run with scissors through a chip pan fire fight Go into business with a grizzly bear But just don't sit down 'cause I've
ask to rape our women's rights And send poor farm kids off to die? Does God suggest an oil hike When the President talks to God? When the President
Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may place yourself high above us Mr. President