White House
Lemme think back to '96
When Boobie had the realest nigga feeling like a bitch
They go for 20, I was gettin 'em for the 17
A lil' G', look at me, I was 17
Born on the side of town where them killers ride around
Pull up on the block with a block, gon tie it down
Pistol in his pants and he stand like "Fuck you"
I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do
Thrity-six O-Z's got me riding Lexus
Chevy at the crib, get the weed shit from Texas
Dade County D-Boy, deals on the yayo
Triple C the mafia, they kill when I say so
Before I wrote a song I controlled the zone
I had to feed myself but bitch I was on my own
Now I push shit bigger than the president
I'm at the white house known as my residence
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I'm in the white house (house!), I'm in the white house (house!)
I call the shots, I could get yo ass wiped out
We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
Big Fantom on the lawn getting wiped down
I'm in the white house (house!), I'm in the white house (house!)
I got a hundred of them things nigga, right now
We in the white house (house!), we in the white house (house!)
I got them hoe's getting on blow right now
I don't fuck with pussy niggas, took my shit to Jigga man
I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire
Money on mind, I'm a trill nigga anyway
I'll slap a pussy ass nigga down for anything
Motherfuck the other side, pussy niggaz bleed pink
That's my opinion, wanna know what the chopper think?
We loading up them things, boy! I'm a head busta
Motherfuck the music nigga, where ya real muscle?
I'm in the white house, I'm in the white house
I put a hit on them niggas they getting wiped out
They getting wiped out, and not one at a time
"Car full of dead black males" read the head line
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I'm the fruit of the loom, I be flyin in lears
Gimme food and I boom, supplying for years
I'm on top of the world, I'm gettin money
Hundred grand in a day, easy I'm getting money!
Pull up real slow, I let the haters watch
Out of state plates, they in a state of shock
You niggas go and fish, I got a plate of shark
You better play your part, you ain't gotta play a part
Got a AK that'll tear ya whole day apart
That stick'll make 'em sit like a Saint Bernard
I'm in the white house, time to close shop
Military wiped out, boy that was thirty blocks
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Autor(es): W.D. Roberts
