Letra de Obama Stick Up
Breaking news from WKYA Radio When shit is getting wild We bring you live to the Obama Eight More Years rally already in progressSasha, Michelle, Malia And it's none of your damn business Now, now, let's ask some real questions (Hey, hey, hey, I got a real question How you gonna be in the strip club spending all that money And you ain't paying me back for the weed you owe me in college?) Say, what? Nigga, I told you to meet me out back That's between me and youSee, that's why you can't fuck with Chicago niggas See, I'm a Chicago nigga You fucking with the wrong nigga All right, I know Chief Keef That's my little homie, that's my little nigga (Hey, hey, fuck you, Obama)See, see, this is what the fuck I'm talking about Why y'all keep fucking with me? I mean, what do y'all want a nigga to do? All these comedians keep talking shit about me on stage Uh, Fox News, always got some bullshit to say TMZ, always got a camera up a nigga's assNow, now, now, they always want to say "Obama doesn't do enough He's not aggressive enough" Well, let me tell you what Obama's about to do This is a motherfucking stick-up I want your health care, I want your-, your votes I want eight more years out of you, motherfuckers I want somebody to tell me what planet is Jermaine Jackson's hair fromI want Black people to start slow-dancing again at the nightclubs Fuck are you standing on the couches for, putting sparklers in bottles? (Facts) I want another season of Martin I want your money, I want your jewels I want your iPhones, your iPads (hell, no, I'm out) I want your gold teeth, I need all your Instagram accounts And last but not least None of you motherfuckers are going to work on March 9th Because we're all going to pay respect to Biggie Smalls (yeah)(Oh) (yeah, Biggie!)