Black Republicans

Now this is what they've been waiting for (yah, yessir)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?) Santana (Weezy F), ayy, haha
Ayy, Wayne (what up, man?)
What you been workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly 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 (yeah)
Yeah, that's that "Can't Feel My Face" shit, they know what it is (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 think)
Guess what, we already did, go (already)

I'm feelin' like a Black republican, nah, I can't call it
More like a Black democrat runnin' 'em out of office (get out)
Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it (haha)
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on ya
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 playin' Contra (ha)
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 (haha)
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 Fergielicious
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
Its 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 (yeah)

I feel like a Black republican, tote a MAC in the public and
Act so southern, die for my brethren
Money, money, money, like Money Mackin' Publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant
Been had cake day, they 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 parkin' lot pimp, I just politic
Bet 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

Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by the way
This is not a diss song either, people (uh-uh, uh-uh)
We don't diss them, we dismiss them (ya dig?)
Recognize or step aside (yeah), ya dig? (Hahaha)
We let the music talk (Drought 3)
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, what up?)
Young Money, Skull Gang, mill