I'm Goin' In Remix Lyrics - Prezidential Candidates

[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] 

Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the bush 

I'm packin' heat with the .45 magnum in my belt 

Shawty lookin' so fine, wish I could've felt 

When I drugged the bitch, the drug I could've melt 

I'm feelin' so fine in the back of my Hummer 

Ridin' down a main street, I'm stuntin' like a winner 

I've been in the running for a long time 

I feel it's safe to say that DPalm can bust a bomb rhyme 

When I write down a verse, there ain't no controversy 

Look at your bitch, she's fifteen, call that statutory 

Smokin' on Arabian shit, don't you know? the good stuff 

The smoke hit the back of your throat, the shit is rough 

Told you suckers, DPalm gonna murder this investigation 

Who's the next bad rapper? Turnin' on a mutilator 

Fry you bitches up in, what is called frialator 

I worked at fast food, don't fuck with what I'm sayin' 

I don't wanna be the next rapper on TV 

I just wanna be me, enough about succeeding 

Smokin' spliffs and we be hittin' that Mauwie Wowie shit 

Drinkin 'til we daze-y, knockin' back down shots of Bacardi 

[Verse 2: Prez] 

Parental advisory stickers all over my merchandise 

Like I was gonna put a "Fuck you" in front of my merchants' eyes 

Who the fuck is Dana Carvey? I'm the master of disguise 

Get as high as I am right now, and you'll be clappin' in the skies 

Don't be foolish, that plot's kinda like the flick "Mission: Impossible" 

Your homeboy's sayin' shit that got me actin' kinda pausible 

(Pause) That's A.K.A. for actin' gay 

Concoct your own acronym for "Prez is gonna spray" 

Best believe me, I'll do it, my words are the truest 

And I will throw some shit that leaves you lyin' in your fluids 

Young Money co-signer, please free Weezy 

So we can be broadcast live, like cable TV 

I'm new to this league, but great like John Wall 

We be burnin', Sean Paul, hard to kill, Steven Seagal 

We goin' in, like a robber, hide your toddler 

Windows we smash 'em, TVs we grab 'em, don't holler 

No problems, solutions we got 'em 

Melt your head off in layers, like a human Gobstopper 

Orville poppin', Smith & Wes Glockin' 

And we treat red lights like bed nights, and we ain't stoppin'