(You must now protect the President) Yo, by any means I protect my President It's P.O.P. protect our president A thoroughbred on the track like the meadowlands The secret service
cat's just Skim the surface, If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous, Open your eyes, take off them shades you ain't the secret service, Don't be surprised
was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it We's part the reason that them Churches got some services
us out of this tight spot I planned this all along cap There a knife in my swiss army hat With the blade I cut the rope (Man your secret services spy
when there's a surplus suffering within your home you've made them worthless Damn near police the state and make us nervous even though some conform and join your service
To adjust them fly dresses and high heel stilettos, yes This vibe is perfect, I wonder Maybe, that's why four's them Gods' perfect number And you're all my angels Victoria's Secret
must think I'm some kind of fucking idiot, don't ya? What you think I'ma do, warn you when I'm on ya? That's what TV do, with forensic files Teaching all your secrets
Although he's only human and slightly over weight He controls and manipulates their whole United States I call to the white castle Secret service on
Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret
i got the flow the regular so ahead of ya the virtue hurts you 30 thousand for the cellular i got a million in the air secret service men you dont know
scare me, I'm the man that bought your girl some hair Walk in giant arenas and stop your show at madison square With security, you can't call the secret service
, the mighty jungle and the guns go pow, hah Why your boyfriend acting like secret service? I'm a get you by yourself and get my secret service I'm on
bad you are? I'm the nigga of the century C'mon let's see how bad you are C'mon bad guy, c'mon We the worsest, all purpose, you want murderers? We service
Let's just do it for the hell of it See how I'd run the government, make money irrelevant I might tell a chick, it's illegal to be celibate Secret Service
I try to call ya But I only get your service You're the playmate of the year So I guess that I deserve it Well you left me with some habits That are
myself to her beauty Fair maiden, where do you belong? Are you from heaven descended Abiding in Cupid's fair throne? Young man, I will tell you a secret
it yourself room service Twenty-four hours a day Check-out time is one p.m. Love over you pay' (pay-hey-hey) At the No Tell Motel (aaah!) They keep your secret