Dead Presidentalz lyrics

by

J Dilla


(Verse 1: Curren$y)
Figured it's time that I step back from the game
And peep it from a coach's point of view
So I can see how n*ggas went wrong and how the players was grown
And I can do it how a pro supposed to do
No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that sh*t
The line of scrimmage is wicked
n*ggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick

Drop back like a all star QB
Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats
You n*ggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry
Looking for vehicles and accessories
Like I do, and every representor of my crew
I get love from Cuz and the Piru
Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant
Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want
Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese
Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out
The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see
I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out
But I'm on to 'em
Spray the chronic-killer and talk calm to 'em

"Good day officer, what's the problem?
You looking for answers? I don't got none"
I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money n*gga

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