Hey now baby, get into my big black car Hey now baby, get into my big black car I want to just show you what my politics are I'm a political man and
Vertaling: Room. Politicus.
my politics are. [Goodbye Cream:] Hey, hey now baby, get into my big black car Hey now baby, get into my big black car I wanna just show you what my politics
a year man, hell nah! Hey, what's all this? Hey, stop all this confusion Hey, order in the court You're guilty No, I'm not guilty, you're guilty Law makers, politicians
for prisoners on lock Your gun finger in the air for revolution pawn cock Gettin' paid out the books this year We wanna cocoa butterin' large amounts, that's cream
Dont play with me, you'll regret it Cause I target the man before the edit Leave you like hard tops beheaded I keep cream, the pistols my street team
Do you wanna crucify my feelings with your fingernails And leave the loneliest boy in the western world Cruising the streets for an ice cream girl I feel like a shady politician
gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life Cause in the White House, politicians run the country But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money Ice cream
-ettes, I ain't forget about y'all Gold look like this here Today I have a half an ounce Tomorrow I'll have a ki And if you trying to get some ice cream
about y'all, uuuugggghhhh Gold look like this here Today I have a half an ounce Tomorrow I'll have a key And if you tryin' to get some ice cream Won
aware, hooho And handle with care, uh Don't feed the dragon With your lies, ha Don't be a bitch politician with your crispy cream smile, ohh Or
run it The faces on money change like the host on Teen Sumit I'm close to being done with this industry's cream driven Supreme livin', seein' more demons
