Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne - Barak Obama A Milli lyrics

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Call the president he's the next new president

He a senator from Illinois yeah

His criteria compared to John Mccain just isn't fair

Cuz he's b-l-a-c- so the eyes are on he

Through is pencil he write

Legislation with the country on his mind

And he don't cope ish

Cuz he ain't got time

Every second minute hour kkk wanna devour

He got guards ready to pop him

With their ch ch ch ch choppers

Every brother mother sister cousin grandma wanna hump him

Even got Hilary Clinton on the side ready to jump him

Tell the Clintons naaaaaaaaah

Couldn't catch him couldn't stop him

They go by the party rules

If you can't beat 'em you can't top 'em

Thought you'd smack couldn't pop em

Delegates couldn't cop 'em

Bill Clinton couldn't help her

Too bad she couldn't drop him



Man Obama so I'll



Obama goes here, Obama goes there

Sayin' yes we can just like Michelle he sittin' in the deriere

He travel to Arizona ready to cause some drama

Hopin' Mccain don't comment

Look at that bastard Obama

He's too young he's too hip

Negroes always causing problems

His pale lookin' face got him lookin' like a goblin

McCain McCain please don't vote for McCain

First they up in office talkin' bout some heart pain

Call the ambulance quick all you hear is sirens

His temper isn't private

Dang I hate a mad prick

Don't you had a mad prick

Plus Mccains an old prick

Barack's a yonger guy so choose him

He's the right pick

But if you choose the wrong pick

Your step-son will probably end up in Iraq quick



His health care plan is so immaculate

So even if you broke you can afford to take a doc trip

You'll be feelin' much better not sick

And he's ok but his wife's sick

And her back's thick and her walk's sick

She's a fly chick

Might hit



Man obama so I'll



He's makin history like x, King, and Douglas

And rfk Obama he s that new black knew that

Red neck said he won't beat john mccain

He don't wear a flag and his middle name's Hussein

But who gon' be that boy dat dat dat boy they call Obama

Got republicans sweatin like they up in saunas

Even Mccains 90 somethin' momma

He ready to pull his lever every hour

And I'd rather eat a field mouse

Than to see John Mccain in the White House

Vote Obama in and I promise you won't turn back

In to some uncle Tom-as

No Aunt Jemima or southern fried chicken

Call him cheif obama or Mr. keeps on tickin

Man pass the riots comment couldn't pass his tally

Even Oprah Winfrey said that she was right behind him

People I say this country shol' holt without him

But he's gotta go out relate to every body

He do what he do like give his wife a hug then a fist dap

Gotta do that stuff in public so the hood know that he's black

Gotta use big words white people love to hear them

If they hear it they don't fear him they don't know him but they feel him

That's real




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