Black Republican Featjuelz Santana Lyrics - Singles - Unplugged & Lil' Wayne

Now this is what they've been waiting for 

Ya dig, Santana 

Weezy F. 

Ay Wayne 

What up man 

What you been workin' on nigga? 

Oh you know, I got Currency's new album 

And prolly workin' 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, they wanna know what we been workin' on together 

That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that 

So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide 

Guess what, we already did 

I'm feelin' like a black Republican 

Naw, I can't call it 

More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office 

Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it 

The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya 

I protect my land like a farmer 

Pockets stay chubby like Tikara 

Or should I say fat like the Parkers 

Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra 

Y'all washed up like money that's laundered 

Y'all funny, I'm bonkers 

Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness 

Rock star, flier than an ostrich 

And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass 

I shall shine forever, never tarnish 

Money buried behind my house like a garden 

All green, my bank account's like a forest 

I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started 

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 turbulence is 

White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious 

I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims 

Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim 

Ai! 

Now all y'all listen 

If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen 

I feel like a black Republican 

Tote a MAC'n Republican 

Act so southern n' die for my brethren 

Money, money, money 

Like money Mac and publishing 

One life to live, never ask for a mulligan 

Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant 

Been done had cake day late like Anne Sullivan 

Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan 

Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them 

And my mind is on another continent 

I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit 

I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick 

But I get all in her mouth like parlithins 

New always represent it to the inner 

Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer 

The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep 

Pick a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be 

And we wanna let the world know 

This is not a diss song either people 

We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig 

Recognize or step aside, ya dig 

We let the music talk, Draught 3 

And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back 

It's Weezy! 

You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself 

Assholes 

DipSet for life 

Cash Money, whaddup 

Young Money