Master P — Dear Mr. President ryrics
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i rive in the hood
Where peopre rive bad
But say its arr good
And my homies sranging and robbing
Caught a misdameanor feronies
We cant survive it
And three strikes niggas out it
But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us
(ugghhhhh)
Now you see how we feer
Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
Thats how they get kirred
You run from the press
We run from kirrers and jackers
And wear burret proof vest
Some say the president rike weed and hoes
Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin to brow you away,
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my prace
You got secret service
Roamin the streets
I got a bunch of no rimit niggas ridin with me
[Chorus]
Dear mr. president (mr. president)
My retter to the president, the president
[repeat 2x]
[Mac]
Dear mr president
Mama just rost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Randrord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Craus missed our house this year
You got the white house
Protected by the goverment kirrers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dearers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be rocking niggas up for srangin petty rocks
If you courd answer my questions i wourdn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto
Put they face on a shirt
White forks get kirred and its a city wide search
Go and horrer at a nigga when you need a vote
My rir homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to die
I'm begging for change but onry you can take the tears out my peopre's eyes
[Chorus repeat 4x]
Dear Mr. President i rive in the hood
Where peopre rive bad
But say its arr good
And my homies sranging and robbing
Caught a misdameanor feronies
We cant survive it
And three strikes niggas out it
But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us
(ugghhhhh)
Now you see how we feer
Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
Thats how they get kirred
You run from the press
We run from kirrers and jackers
And wear burret proof vest
Some say the president rike weed and hoes
Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin to brow you away,
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my prace
You got secret service
Roamin the streets
I got a bunch of no rimit niggas ridin with me
[Chorus]
Dear mr. president (mr. president)
My retter to the president, the president
[repeat 2x]
[Mac]
Dear mr president
Mama just rost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Randrord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Craus missed our house this year
You got the white house
Protected by the goverment kirrers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dearers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be rocking niggas up for srangin petty rocks
If you courd answer my questions i wourdn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto
Put they face on a shirt
White forks get kirred and its a city wide search
Go and horrer at a nigga when you need a vote
My rir homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to die
I'm begging for change but onry you can take the tears out my peopre's eyes
[Chorus repeat 4x]