Corrección Letra Black Republicans (Extended) par Juelz Santana

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*Pfff...*
Now, this is what they've been waiting for
Yeah, yessir
Ya dig?
Ya dig?
Santana!
Weezy F!
Ayy!
Haha!
Ayy, Wayne
What up, man?
What you been working on, n***a?
Oh, you know
I got Curren$y new album
And quietly working on my album, ya dig?
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, n***a
That's what it is!
But dig this
Hmm?
They wanna know what we been working on together
Yeah, yeah
That's that "I Can't Feel My Face sh*t," they know that there
Yeah, you know
They know what it is
So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide
That's what they thinking!
Guess what?We already did
Already
Go!

I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw, I can't call it
More like a Black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office (Get out)
Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you
I protect my land like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup), huh
Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra (Ha)
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah)
Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my d**k like a harness
Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha)
And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never)
Money buried behind my house like a garden (What?)
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started (Yeah)
And Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?)
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences
White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Haha)
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
It's get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim
Ayy! Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen

I feel like a Black Republican, tote the MAC in the public
AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money-money, like Money Mackin' Publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant
Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan
Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick
But I get all in her mouth like Polident
New Orleans representer to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine, and the guns don't sleep
Wake a n***a ass up like he got somewhere to be

I feel like a black Republican, drug money comin' in
I'm a volcano filled with lava 'bout to erupt again (Ehh)
I stay with the iron, don’t make me plug it in (Nope)
Stay outta rich kids' business, don’t be butting in (Ahh)
Stay with a chick that's ready to unbutton it
Forget a tongue, she put a lung on it (Ha), ha
My Listerine come out, she start guzzling (Gaaa)
I’m above you dudes, I’m hovering (Ffff)
"Juelz, why you ducking them?" Duckin' who? (Who?)
I’m in the hood like, “What it do?", comfortable
And believe me, it's nothing to...
Send my London boys to English-muffin you (Nope), huh
You poodles barking too much, they bringing muzzles through (Yeah)
You ain't gully, you gullible, man...
They need love, they need hugs
They need church! (Haha) Je-sus!
Could it be 'cause ('Cause) they them (Losers)
And we us (Winners), and we up
This is just a sample, yeah, a free drug (Yeah)
The shipment is in (Yep), we done re'd up
(But) I don’t trust dudes, like a prenup'
They c*ck-a-roaches, they gotta be bugged (Got to)
I’m balling for real, you gotta D up (Come on)
I don’t hear you boys, speak up (Up)
What are you guys saying?
I have the chauffeur hold the umbrella over my head
When it's not raining
Hahaha

Ya dig?
Ayy!
And we wanna let the world know
This is not a diss song either, people
Uh-uh, uh-uh
We don't diss them, we dismiss them
Ya dig? Haha
Recognize or step aside
Yeah!
Ya dig?
Hahaha
We let the music talk
Drought 3! Hahaha
And by the way
What?
It's Santana
It's Weezy!
I'm back
Yeah
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards cause you can't face yourself
as*h**es
DipSet for life
Cash Money
Cash Money, what up!
Young Money, Skull Gang
Mill!

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