Lil Wayne – Black Republicans (feat. Juelz Santana) Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Black Republicans (feat. Juelz Santana) Lyrics
Black Republicans
Lil Wayne (feat. Juelz Santana)
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    "Black Republicans." - Lil Wayne (feat. Juelz Santana)

    Album: Da Drought 3
    Track No: 02
    Now, this is what they've been waitin' for
    Yeah, yes, sir
    Ya dig?
    Ya dig?
    Santana
    Weezy F
    Ayy
    Haha
    Ayy, Wayne
    What up, man?
    What you been workin' on, ****?
    Oh, you know, I got Curren$y album and, and, and quietly working on my album, ya dig?
    Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, ****
    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 Shit," they know that there
    Yeah, you know
    They know what it is
    So if they ever thought the South and the North was gon' collide
    That's what they thinking
    Guess what? We already did
    Already
    I'm feeling like a (Go) Black Republican, nah, I can't call it (Yeah)
    More like a Black Democrat, runnin' 'em out of office (Yeah, get out)
    Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it (Haha)
    The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you
    I protect my land like a farmer
    Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yep), huh
    Or should I say fat like the Parkers
    Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra (Ha)
    Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah)
    Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
    Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
    Rockstar, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Haha)
    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 (Ha)
    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 (Yeah)
    I feel like a Black Republican, tote a MAC in the public
    And act so southern and die for my brethren
    Money, money, money, like Money Mackin' Publishings
    One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
    Streets cold, but the heat make me feel covenant
    Been had cake, they late like Ed Sullivan
    Fly like an eagle, but, no, I'm not Donovan
    Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama and them
    And my mind is on another continent
    I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
    I don't parkin' lot pimp, I just politick
    Bet 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 **** ass up like he got somewhere to be
    Yeah
    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
    Assholes
    DipSet for life
    Cash Money
    Cash Money, what up
    Young Money, Skull Gang
    Mill

    Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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