Black Republicans

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]

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, nigga?

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, nigga

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

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne]

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)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

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 nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana]

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