Lil Wayne — Black Republicans Extended

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] *Pfff...* Now, this is what they've been waiting for Yeah, yessir Ya dig? Ya dig? Santana! Weezy F! Ayy! Haha! Ayy, Wayne What up, man? What you been working on, nigga? Oh, you know I got Curren$y new album 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 gonna collide That's what they thinking! Guess what?We already did Already Go! [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw, I can't call it More like a Black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office (Get out) Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you I protect my land like a farmer Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup), huh Or should I say fat like the Parkers Tote big guns like I'm still playing 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 Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha) 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 (Haha) 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 [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I feel like a Black Republican, tote the MAC in the public AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren Money, money-money, like Money Mackin' Publishing One life to live, never ask for a mulligan Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem And my mind is on another continent I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick But 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 [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] I feel like a black Republican, drug money comin' in I'm a volcano filled with lava 'bout to erupt again (Ehh) I stay with the iron, don’t make me plug it in (Nope) Stay outta rich kids' business, don’t be butting in (Ahh) Stay with a chick that's ready to unbutton it Forget a tongue, she put a lung on it (Ha), ha My Listerine come out, she start guzzling (Gaaa) I’m above you dudes, I’m hovering (Ffff) "Juelz, why you ducking them?" Duckin' who? (Who?) I’m in the hood like, “What it do?", comfortable And believe me, it's nothing to... Send my London boys to English-muffin you (Nope), huh You poodles barking too much, they bringing muzzles through (Yeah) You ain't gully, you gullible, man... They need love, they need hugs They need church! (Haha) Je-sus! Could it be 'cause ('Cause) they them (Losers) And we us (Winners), and we up This is just a sample, yeah, a free drug (Yeah) The shipment is in (Yep), we done re'd up (But) I don’t trust dudes, like a prenup' They cock-a-roaches, they gotta be bugged (Got to) I’m balling for real, you gotta D up (Come on) I don’t hear you boys, speak up (Up) What are you guys saying? I have the chauffeur hold the umbrella over my head When it's not raining Hahaha [Outro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] 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!