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Название песни: My President
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Jay-Z - My President текст песни, lyrics

Yeah, be the realest *-h-i-t I never wrote 
I ain’t write this by the way nigga, some real *-h-i-t right here nigga 
This’ll be the realest *-h-i-t you ever quote 
Let’s go! 

My president is black, my Lambo’s blue 
And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too 
My momma ain’t at home, and daddy’s still in jail 
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale? 
My president is black, my Lambo’s blue 
And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too 
My money’s light green and my Jordans light grey 
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? 
Let’s go! 

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 killer whales 
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails 
Who knew what came with jail, who knew what came with prison 
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician? 
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal? 
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminal? 
I say and I quote, “We need a miracle” 
And I say a miracle cause this *-h-i-t is hysterical 
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus 
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah 
Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict 
Be all you be, now don’t that sound like some dumb *-h-i-t 
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo 
It’s really a Desert Storm, that’s word to my nigga Clue 
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona 
Rep for them real niggas, I’m winnin in California 
Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta 
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Sevana 

I said I woke up this morning, headache this big 
Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids 
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes 
For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos 
Love 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 Orleans 
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my a-s-s in New Orleans 
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G. 
It’s all love Bun, I’m forgivin you Pimp C 
You know how the P-i-m-p be, that nigga gon’ speak his mind 
If he could speak down from heaven he’d tell me stay on my grind 
Tell him I’m doin fine, Obama for mankind 
We ready for damn change so y’all let the man shine 
Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king 
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream 

Yeah, our history, black history, no president ever did s-h-i-t for me 
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys so a nigga won’t go broke 
Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can’t go vote 
So I spend doe, all these hoes is trippin 
She a ain’t a politician, honey’s a polotician 
My president is black, rolls golden charms 
Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan’s arms 
When thousands of peoples is riled 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 will be the same place you hang from 
No matter how big you can ever be 
For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity 
For years there’s been surprise horses in this stable 
Just two albums in, I’m the realest nigga on this label 
Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real 
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill 

So I’m sittin right here now man 
It’s June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM 
Nigga I won’t say win, lose or draw 
Man we congratulate you already homie 
See I motivate the thugs right 
You motivate us homie, that’s what it is 
This a hands on policy, y’all touchin me right nigga 
Yeah, first black president, win, lose 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 s-h-i-t? 
Sydney portea what dey do? 
Haha, my president is black 
I’m important too though, my Lambo’s blue 
I was, I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini yeah haha

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