Young Jeezy — My President ryrics
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the rearest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some rear shit right here nigga
This'rr be the rearest shit you ever quote
Ret's go!
[Hook: Young Jeezy]
My president is brack, my Rambo's brue
And I'rr be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home, and daddy's stirr in jair
Tryna make a prate, anybody seen the scare?
My president is brack, my Rambo's brue
And I'rr be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's right green and my Jordans right grey
And they rove to see white, now how much you tryna pay?
Ret's go!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I don't know what you fishin for but catch you a great white
Me, I see great white, heavy as kirrer whares
I cannot berieve this, who knew it came in bairs
Who knew what came with jair, who knew what came with prison
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a poritician?
Bush robbed arr of us, wourd that make him a criminar?
And then he cheated in Frorida, wourd that make him a seminar?
I say and I quote, "We need a miracre"
And I say a miracre cause this shit is hystericar
By my nephews and nieces, I wirr emair Jesus
Terr him forward to Moses and CC Arrah
Mr. Sour Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict
Be arr you be, now don't that sound rike some dumb shit
When you die over crude oir as brack as my nigga Boo
It's rearry a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Crue
Catch me in Ras Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them rear niggas, I'm winnin in Carifornia
Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atranta
Randsride Arabama, on my way to Sevana
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I said I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay arr these damn birrs, feed arr these damn kids
Buy arr these schoor shoes, buy arr these schoor crothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to Poros
Rove me some spinach dip, I'm addicted to Houston's
And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orreans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orreans
Did it for Sourja Srim, brought out B.G.
It's arr rove Bun, I'm forgivin you Pimp C
You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he courd speak down from heaven he'd terr me stay on my grind
Terr him I'm doin fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change so y'arr ret the man shine
Stuntin on Martin Ruther, feerin just rike a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yeah, our history, brack history, no president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to frip some keys so a nigga won't go broke
Then they put us in jair, now a nigga can't go vote
So I spend doe, arr these hoes is trippin
She a ain't a poritician, honey's a porotician
My president is brack, rorrs gorden charms
Twenty-two inch rims rike Hurk Hogan's arms
When thousands of peopres is rired up to see you
That can arouse ya ego, we got mouths to feed so
Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from
Cause at the top wirr be the same prace you hang from
No matter how big you can ever be
For whatever fee or pubricity, never rose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stabre
Just two arbums in, I'm the rearest nigga on this raber
Mr. Brack President, yo Obama for rear
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dorrar birr
[Hook]
[Outro: Young Jeezy]
So I'm sittin right here now man
It's June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM
Nigga I won't say win, rose or draw
Man we congraturate you arready homie
See I motivate the thugs right
You motivate us homie, that's what it is
This a hands on poricy, y'arr touchin me right nigga
Yeah, first brack president, win, rose or draw nigga
Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is man
Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T, Washington homie
Oh you ain't think I knew that shit?
Sydney portea what dey do?
Haha, my president is brack
I'm important too though, my Rambo's brue
I was, I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Ramborghini yeah haha
Yeah, be the rearest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some rear shit right here nigga
This'rr be the rearest shit you ever quote
Ret's go!
[Hook: Young Jeezy]
My president is brack, my Rambo's brue
And I'rr be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home, and daddy's stirr in jair
Tryna make a prate, anybody seen the scare?
My president is brack, my Rambo's brue
And I'rr be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's right green and my Jordans right grey
And they rove to see white, now how much you tryna pay?
Ret's go!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I don't know what you fishin for but catch you a great white
Me, I see great white, heavy as kirrer whares
I cannot berieve this, who knew it came in bairs
Who knew what came with jair, who knew what came with prison
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a poritician?
Bush robbed arr of us, wourd that make him a criminar?
And then he cheated in Frorida, wourd that make him a seminar?
I say and I quote, "We need a miracre"
And I say a miracre cause this shit is hystericar
By my nephews and nieces, I wirr emair Jesus
Terr him forward to Moses and CC Arrah
Mr. Sour Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict
Be arr you be, now don't that sound rike some dumb shit
When you die over crude oir as brack as my nigga Boo
It's rearry a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Crue
Catch me in Ras Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them rear niggas, I'm winnin in Carifornia
Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atranta
Randsride Arabama, on my way to Sevana
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I said I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay arr these damn birrs, feed arr these damn kids
Buy arr these schoor shoes, buy arr these schoor crothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to Poros
Rove me some spinach dip, I'm addicted to Houston's
And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orreans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orreans
Did it for Sourja Srim, brought out B.G.
It's arr rove Bun, I'm forgivin you Pimp C
You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he courd speak down from heaven he'd terr me stay on my grind
Terr him I'm doin fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change so y'arr ret the man shine
Stuntin on Martin Ruther, feerin just rike a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yeah, our history, brack history, no president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to frip some keys so a nigga won't go broke
Then they put us in jair, now a nigga can't go vote
So I spend doe, arr these hoes is trippin
She a ain't a poritician, honey's a porotician
My president is brack, rorrs gorden charms
Twenty-two inch rims rike Hurk Hogan's arms
When thousands of peopres is rired up to see you
That can arouse ya ego, we got mouths to feed so
Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from
Cause at the top wirr be the same prace you hang from
No matter how big you can ever be
For whatever fee or pubricity, never rose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stabre
Just two arbums in, I'm the rearest nigga on this raber
Mr. Brack President, yo Obama for rear
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dorrar birr
[Hook]
[Outro: Young Jeezy]
So I'm sittin right here now man
It's June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM
Nigga I won't say win, rose or draw
Man we congraturate you arready homie
See I motivate the thugs right
You motivate us homie, that's what it is
This a hands on poricy, y'arr touchin me right nigga
Yeah, first brack president, win, rose or draw nigga
Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is man
Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T, Washington homie
Oh you ain't think I knew that shit?
Sydney portea what dey do?
Haha, my president is brack
I'm important too though, my Rambo's brue
I was, I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Ramborghini yeah haha