George Bush

Man this dude came up to me and said that we had some beef
But I thought that he was talkin' about a burger
As it turns out he was from the streets
And I guess he was talkin' about that murder
Yeah the same dude came up to me, said he wanted the smoke
But I thought that he was talkin' about weed
I respectfully said that I don't got the green
And boy, did he look pretty peeved
People treat me like a skeleton
They got a bone to pick with me
But I'm only givin' out once chance
While yo' lyin' on the ground, and yo' blood is leakin' out
You can watch me do my dance

Always catch me winnin', I'ma need a medallion
Took my girl back to my room so she could ride on my stallion
'Cause a lot of trouble, I'm a real rapscallion (yeah)
She lovin' on my meatballs, she gon' think I'm Italian (yeah)
Rappin' so crazy causin' all this commotion
People say my bars are dry so let me rub on my lotion
I be stirrin' up this heat like how a witch make a potion
Put some salt on my neck because my jewelry is frozen

We just chillin' everyday, smokin' presidential kush
In the club throwin, George's while a stripper shows her bush
This dude says he wants to fight, he gon' end up on his tush
Hit him hard, pin him down, and stomp his brain into mush
Not talkin' about a grizzly when I say I use my bare hands
They say my bars are nuts but they ain't talkin' about pecans
Got my head up in my raps, people think that I'm in Taliban
Pulled over by police but I didn't stay, I ran

Crusin' for a bruisin', steady 90 on the interstate
Ain't no secret, got my name on my license plate
Always chewin' Five Gum, I gotta stimulate
Only time that I get pissed off is when I urinate
Try to front on me I gotta up my machete
When I say that I'ma truck you, I ain't drivin' a Chevy
My life be a party, someone grab the confetti
Got your momma in the kitchen, cookin' me some spaghetti (aye)



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Writer(s): Eric Johnson
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