Songtexte:
50 Cent 50 For President

gettin money for God sakes That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes Kick in the door man, big .44 man Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man Black President, I voted for

same It's hot and it's dusty My armpits are musty and my cowboy hat is soaked A man on a three wheeled bike sets me up with a 50 cent snow cone At a

ha,ha,ha 50 sing the hook (50 cent) this rap game, this rap game, I aint sell'in my soul for this rap game, now I aint digg'in no hole for this rap game

till you get this I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list Them otha' artist, I keep em' all restless I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent Vivica,we can share him like the president

had of ku-klux-klan knock them little dots as an old man, martin luther king read the eulogy for ham followed by ? who read from the coran president bush

stare Lookin' for a daddy to pay for the champagne Drop a name What happened to the dream of a girl president? She's dancin' in the video next to 50 Cent

, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? [Chorus] Dead presidents, big paper ("for

, love brothers and sisters! He is our leader! [50 Cent] Money buys dignity nigga! Poverty's a crime! Follow me! If you gon' follow somebody, follow me... [Chorus - 50 Cent

By d-12 / 50 cent The rap game, Hip hop 101, The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have, You can't learn this shit in no history book, You ready to rap motherfucker